This is the story of my life. The story of a transient. Words are powerful. They can start a movement, or a revolution. These are my words.
I'm not sure if you wrote this with death in mind, but I read it in a very sensual light. Nice.
Your picture actually made me think of irish immigrants. I wrote this about their connection with the land. So yes, there is a sensual aspect in it :)
I think of a runaway child seeking refuge beneath the stars in a faraway land, finally finding peace.
smiles. that is just the place i love to sleep...out in the nature...
An excellent poem, a very evocative image.
Like Tess, I read a very spiritual thread in this. Very nicely written.
Oh, the peace of a meadow nap, or the final sleep...