Under a rising sun,
With a red sky rising
With a gloomy, but tranquil
Darkness disappearing
Forever.
Sitting alone out in the fields
All alone, except the solemn tractor ploughing.
With spining wheels, and the odd
"MOO" from the adjacent fields.
Sitting watching clouds,
Depicting the last image,
Slowly. Rising up.
Walking through
Waiting.
"HERE, BOY!"
"What you doing?"
Walking by. Head in the
Clouds.
Dreaming poetry,
Living reality.