Across Plum Fields of Dream and Memory
by sarah-spang
Behind closed eyes
Across plum fields
of dream and memory
The scarlet sky
Draws far and wide
Above the cyan sea
There on my back
In turquoise grass
Pressed tight against the earth
My searching ears
Catch distant cheers
Of gulls caught in the surf.
And there above
The rising sun
Is like a tangerine
Drizzling sweetness
On and down
To soak me while I sleep