Yellow field

Here I am with nothing more
than a beating heart and a floating dream
Of cob houses and vast hills
Yellow flowers in a field of green
I walk with no name
But my neighbors know me
I speak with silence
But they recognize my voice
I move in stillness
But the world dances with me
Here I am with nothing more
than a beating heart and a floating dream
Of cob houses and vast hills
Yellow flowers in a field of green

Juno Christie