Hands of grasping
jealously green
grasses brush
bare feet
from the valley's cradle
to its peak.
Fields of wild
unboqueted
plum ripe flowers
yellow maids
count my blessings
to describe the place.
You were their sacrifice
they pinned you like a butterfly
like a star, they hung you in the night.
Each star another's sacrifice
I count them all to see
how many more we have made.
I shiver dimly
before these visions
your golden hair
dancing in the wind
blonde locks
lashing the evenings air.
From this hill
where at certain
times of night
we sit together
I have dreamt my earth met your sky
as the brightest of your stars
meet my eyes.
I'd be your sacrifice.
I wish I had a million lives
for you I'd let a billion
others fade
to free you from a prison in the sky.