sitting dazed on top of the mossy rooftops
listening to the crickets die out to the breeze
a long way down it is, to the comforting grass
far below, the earth pulses its warmth
yet it escapes me somehow and I am left feeling
the loving affection between tree and wind,
intimate nudge between blue sky and twinkling peaks
thrilling dance of moon and salty seas
simply cease to be
leaving me alone to my thoughts
wondering, oh wondering
what the fall would be like from the mossy rooftop