by kit goldman ~

Clouds sit parallel to the gridlock hedgerows beneath them,
The sound of silence echos between my ears,
The faint hum of winged creatures drifts through the air,
Drunkenly floating from one flower to the next,
Tipsy on pollen alone,
Crows cackle in the distance,
Almost mocking your presence,
The last light dips beneath the breaching mountain,
Beams of dull gold illuminate the patchwork fields below,
Faint plumes of smoke rise from distant chimneys,
Warmth transferred through sight  alone,
rolling hills tail off into the horizon,
Further than the eye can see,
We are alone in this life,

Accept that and you can be free.