Tips of wheat brush gently across my fingers I weep But there are no tears that stream Or muffled sobs Only me in a field of wheat A place among the stars Why here? In this field of golden stalks and grey sky I'm answered by the breeze Caressing my face with gentle embrace Sight fades for feeling's sake The illusion of life slips away I am left with these golden stalks and breeze Here I am free Among the wheat with my lonely tree I rest peacefully