Casting their knowing eyes on me,

The sheep give me their look - 

With this look comes the weight of

Every decision I have ever made,

But just as quickly as it comes

It disappears. 

I find myself floating, floating

Through the swirling clouds

In this autumnal early evening sky, like

A balloon full of understanding.

Higher and higher I go,

But when I think of you, I go slow - 

So I remind myself to continue flying,

Flying…

Until suddenly, I am falling - 

Falling on my face,

Deep in to the midst of these ever-knowing trees,

Where I am showered with dying leaves.

I am so hypnotised by the sound of the running stream,

That I feel quite at ease and find myself

Daydreaming, dreaming this moment is real.

The scent of autumn consumes my body and comforts me,

Until I no longer hold any pain - 

Despite there being an threat of heavy rain.