stareyed

Laying down upon a field
The darkening sky revealing
The vastness of the heavens
My mind is sent to reeling

As those pulsing seeds of life
Glow bright in all their glory
Who might turn their eyes to me
And what might be their story

Is their any Stareyed wonderer
A kin to all I’m feeling
Might there be a wanderer
Called by the bells of my mind
Pealing