Gold caravans
Gently in orbit ride
While high below
On gra**ed plains I glide.
Deep in a well
Walls pink with melody
Mind-shades of straw
On my meadow-lea.
High on a hill
Locked in a reverie
Humminh and still
On my meadow-lea.
Wide-highed-lied-riding on a meadow-lea
Wide-highed-lied-riding on a meadow-lea