fields of gold.

i've been having strange dreams.
maybe the insane roots have been growing in me again,

recently.

strange reunions, strange familiar faces.
strange dreams.

" she's the only reason that keeps me sane. " K.

thoughts of you makes me buried tears rip their own shells open, and burst.
weak fingers and weak elbows, knees too.

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Among the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold.

So she took her love for to gaze awhile
Among the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold.

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down

As you lie in fields of gold.

-sting