I have seen the fields. Row upon row, it blooms and grows Gently blowing through opened hands Where light is no more a brilliant life As it is a vivid dream. Warm winds caress the soul And the purest of water runs through your toes Each ripple in the stream holds a smile once enjoyed As though an infinite paradise lay not far beyond your imagination. Heavenly voices radiate the air with music, Lifting you through dreams of the sun and the moon And your mind wanders away To discover vitality was the only secret you never held. January 6th, '04.