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The King Of Grass...

Post by AquarianM on Jul 16, 2006 at 10:45pm

The King Of Grass...

He walks in his grass under the stars at night,
Takes off his grass hat and holds it over his heart,
Looks up from the fireflies that are giving up as the stars come out,
Blows a kiss at Casseopia who loves Cygnus the swan,
Enough to stay close to him all through eternity.

There is an amber half-moon shyly slipping up the midnight sky,
Wearing such a soft peach blush to be seen,
He dreams of the dance of grass skirts at the shores of a warm blue sea,
Thinking how the grass he grows in his yard touches those waters,
Or not if he lets nature take its own course.

The weave is subtle with a binding pattern,
There is magic in this world that most aren't allowed to see by day,
These words that rustle like tall grasses across the sea of hearts,
The King of Grass in that little kingdom of his,
A place where fires dance through the heart of the night softly.

The Earth is renewed as the breeze waves gently over the fields,
Ropes of grass and lands of grass and the scented oils of grasses,
Woven into the mat he sleeps upon dreaming,
Or the hammock that sweeps his dreams up to Heaven,
The King of Grass will pray...

Awaiting the soft heart of his sweet Queen.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 07/17/2006