Hands of grasping

jealously green

grasses brush


from the valley's cradle

to its peak.

Fields of wild


plum ripe flowers

yellow maids

count my blessings

to describe this 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

to free you from the prison in the sky

to trade upon your sacrifice

for you I'd let a billion

others fade.