Beyond the right and 'wrong'
There is a field...
An open space, a shield...
And I will meet you there...
A field surrounded by forest,
Where stars are falling down to grass...
Where time is steady, days don't pass...
Where Souls descend into the grass.
The world is crowded to talk...
You better hold my hand, let's walk...
Ideas, languages and any phrase you say -
No longer they make sense...
...we are two tiny in the immense...
Two lost who hide in order to dispense
Their inner feelings...
What a Field!..
May everything just flow, just let it go -
whatever unfulfilled.
