Canto

I lie on my back upon fragrant sweet grasses
Gazing far, far into a bright azure sky.
Close upon my sides there rise the verdant
Slopes of a sheltering narrow valley.

And I dream amidst that soft, sweet brightness
That it may ever be thus, enfolded within
The comforting arms of the woman I love,
Her dark perfumed hair gently upon my cheek.

But I dream.
And I wake.
Snow upon a gray land.