The Brown Sea

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I wander through a brown field in my mind,
Where the leaves have dried
And the slightest breeze
Carries the grass away.
A stream passes through my field.
Everytime I stop to drink from it.
A woman shines on the far side of the field.
She is the sun.
As I walk towards her
I don't feel my wet pants clinging to my legs.
I don't hear the crunching leaves.
With each step she becomes darker.
I am running as her light dies.
My knees pierce through the dry ground.
Tears stain the earth.
As I walk away from her
I don't feel my wet pants clinging to my legs.
I don't hear the crunching leaves.
At the edge of our field I turn
To find a green island in the brown sea.