Peter Hammill - Solitude

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Silently I rest in the tall green grass

and look steadily upwards.

Birds sing ceaselessly around me,

and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.

Out here, life is at its essence,

and watches the world with innocent eyes;

far from grime, far from rushing people

it seems that I have found a tiny peace.

On the blue backdrop of the unknown

water droplets trace their paths;

on the sky, mortals hang on metal -

but who is to know how long either will last?

The lovely white clouds glide

across the sky and into my dreams...

I feel as though I had died some time ago:

now I'll wander with the clouds through eternal space