Consumed dream I dreamt

the field I walked and gave a hour

with lines of stem and flowers passed

ancient bird song floating through the sounds

sweet soft music

conscious ears of grass

the river floated down reflecting the sky

reflecting the trees that hung over

stirring leaves through

the current carried on my thoughts

further and further down

till the end unknown nearly drowned

and I sat down to my waiting imagination

to the beauty of the moment

captured by a thousand different endings

streamline, treebreath, skywind, birdspeak and layeredfield

all waiting

waiting for me now.