Fields Of The Evening

My song of the evening is to you Illumining my thoughts in blossoms For moments and hours to renew Forgotten days that insistence hums Pearls of night and hours peaceful Fields of dream works never to be Raw materials of memories that pull Giving their waves from eternal sea I realize now what music they give Each receding morning the futures on How every life is hurrying on to live Till there is only - its past in there done Fields that possess each their miracle As it awakes each morning to a song Tunes of the temperament so lyrical The dances to pulsing - that go along My song in imaging every small cast Turning and turning the wheel's tide Paths of my yearning that has grassed Now into a song my mind-settings guide