Silver circles in the sky,
the head lay softly on a bed of grass;
looking at the circle of sky above, the leaves for sheets of warmth.
The slow breathing of the earth in my ears,
a slow lullaby to sleep, I wish to lay on for years.

The slow sun warms the skin,
the slow wind locks my eyes shut.
Asking God who I'm supposed to be,
I float endlessly in this beautiful sea.