Away in the fields of gold,
off day dreaming to escape
the reality of this world.
Beautiful skies of pinks and purples over
head bleed into one another,
creating love so rare.
Where the ground glitters below like a sea
of light amber; the wheat brushing
along gliding hips and sensitive fingertips.
In this world the soul
is free to fly and shy away
from tethered responsibility,
without a conscience, without fear, without consequence.
For a time, the silver speckled eyes
of youthful hazel only smile and squint
as adoration fills them and glee
partners it's loving step into the hands of serenity.