An endless pasture spills out into the horizon,
Like the limitless expanse of the ocean
I can see the ships
Who raise sail on this sea of grass.

Floating gently on a sage-scented breeze
With sails full of thunder
The flotilla of storm clouds ever closer
To the place where I lie on my back
Listening to the crickets flee

My mid is adrift, caught up in the riptide of the moment
Lost to the waves of rain sweeping over me
I send no message in a bottle
I smile as the rain comes down
Content to be
Lost at sea