Boons in the air
Mown lawns as ideas fair
To strike down in quick glances
A deep hunger of chances

A plain of warm beauty seen
Stained brown and green
yet moments to hold
dearly closely silently bold

Lost in empty cravings, delights
Candy, ice cream in bright lights
Sprinkles, whipped cream, banana splits
Summer warm smiles and bliss

Hold out hands 
in foreign lands
spaces forbade
all silenced things said

Come to the plain of mown dreams
Reckonings reconnoiter seams