To lay down within the grass
Closing eyes in this place of rest
To calm the storm, to recollect
To gaze up into the trees
Through to the ever-changing clouds
To drift much farther away
Far from this place
Though the sun has passed
Somehow there's peace at last
In the quiet all around
These memories etched in stone
In their cold finality
Are all that's left, and now
Not one soul is left
To drift into the blackness of night
Distant sea filled with burning lights
The past alive, to remember
To feel inferno smoulder within
Consumed in anguish, left to yearn
To drift much farther away
Far from this place
To feel the stiffness of the grass
The blades gently stabbing fingertips
To feel the coolness of the breeze
The chill on the skin flowing within
The sea calleth to the sea