Reverberating Dream

You wake in a dream,
the sun is setting,
while the wheat and barley fields,
flow in the wind like a sea of molten gold,
the summer air is warm,
yet carried away with the breeze,
haunting whispers,
of memories you once knew,
and as the twilight sinks in,
bleeding the colours into one,
the fireflies ever so slowly ascend,
into what was once blue,
the smell of warm juniper,
begins to fade as the sun,
in all his pride and beauty,
begins to sink below the dry foothills,
off in the distance,
the orcherds before you,
grow into nothing more than ink,
in of the blackest on an orange canvas,
the haze settle about your ankles,
the colour purple,
dusk is now,
and the sky grows dark,
only to reveal a lonely blanket of stars,
so bright are they,
the fields are lit,
and change the world into something new,
so small underneath the impossible,
the ground is still warm beneath you,
your bare feet rest in it's softness,
beginning to walk,
you feel the small twigs,
the dust and the dry grass,
is this heaven?
or just a small piece?
the air grows cool,
and becomes alive on a breeze,
these ancient fields know you,
your child feet,
and your child heart,
they remind you of who is inside,
who you hid away long ago,
making you forget life's pain,
and all the broken hearts before,
you smile.

Reviews

[InkSlinger]

I really like this piece, you have painted a beautiful picture.. love the image of the wheat and barley flowing in the wind, and the bleeding of colors into one.. it is always the sign of a truly great writer who can transport the readers mind into the scene that the was before them.