Above the skies a dark grey;
some believe in God.
There’s a madness in everyone
and the more you know it,
the less you are alone.
It’s the faces that reflect ourselves
that we are drawn to.
Across the fields I see you coming,
splashes of shadow,
and sunlight on the wind moving.
My thoughts run up to the horizon.
And when your next life has come,
it will be as real as this one.