A single lamp hangs lit
High perched above the
Fields of wild grass, Its glazed
Glass shimmers
Light,
Shadow,
Echoes,
Of colour upon the nights air,
The wind teases the flame,
As it creaks
Back
&
Forth,
Others motion in to life, as
Where was one, now flamed light
flickers with essence,
The night shimmers colours
Upon the field of flowing life,
Like waves they ebb back and forth,
Colours,
Shades,
Caress
The stems, a mixture of
Essences brightening up the
Night, fields feel this touch
As the lamps swing perched
High above this field of
Light
&
Darkness,
Colours
&
Flame
Silhouette‎ in the night
For a short time this field
Is a master piece of
Nature, Flame, colour, bursting forth,
Contours of everything bring this
Swaying field of grass to life...