Travelling far from anywhere The silent township it was reached Thoughts were far from anything Only to be found under feet. 'Waste not want not,' she doth cry A whisper from a quiet voice 'Waste not want not,' before he died Enduring be the summer sky. The bright blue sky, the summer sun The only real companion Was the whisper merely a dream? Had life stalled, was it really stagnant? She went to the place her loved one was buried Never afraid to walk with the dead, alone She went to see the one she saw every day He held in his hand the family stone. As he came and as he went It was never far away But when he fell he fell afar Ne'er to come back, with him it stayed. It's distance always troubled her For near, 'til now, had always been Now distance sourced her own frustration Never again would it be seen. But seeing it wasn't everything She still heard his voice beyond the grave Like a bird's voice heard at sunrise Like a lover's heart one can't see but craves. Was this what one should take away From this silent, distant land? Would one learn from few what one could not from many On a day when Yonder reached with single hand? The sign said; 'Please minimise noise' But no-one could be seen or heard The traffic lights were covered over Cattle was the only herd Visitation of old friends Always welcomed, set one straight Locked out like danger, nearby, threatened All to do was sit and wait. Ought one stay the course that day? Supposition being one's first approach Is ignorance bliss if attention stifled? Or should the subject, after all, be broached? Always told to err on side of caution Manners first and foremost yet Behold societal intuition Never hath it failed yet. 'Twasn't 'til I left the ground That I felt in full control 'Twasn't 'til the fire burned That I felt in air I could surely stroll Through the valleys where the wine did grow From up above it seemed surreal Thinking sweet nothings, 'twas the season All left to do from above was feel. Flying high in calm of basket Leaving grounded life away At peace, and quiet, above the clouds Sun rose to officially start the day. Harvest reap, may it be sweet Ignorance is never bliss Only then can I walk away The day being like one's first kiss. Hark - do not dwell, do not fester Look beyond and one will see Above the clouds the day will dawn May the sun that's rising shadow me.