Hay Fest

shifts in the grass
waltzing my Darling
infinite skies and wound up guitars

we have come a long way
to be Rocking the Daisies

lets gather the hay
un tie your laces
rolling down the mountain

like a hill-billy
bare feet, stomping the mud
tomorrow, i will pick you the perfect lily

all the places I have visited
how are they doing today?
pursuing life in all its complexion

but I am here, like I was there
subsequently smiling
funny how things happen

and then we got drunk

an early first kiss, hidden and tucked away
like a dew drop, it is lost in the morning
embrace belongings of this beautiful day

we pack up and roll home
what happens in the hay,
stays in the hay