ANCIENT FIELDS OF DUST
Ancient fields of dust
Haunting the sacred mind
Invisible hand of God
Reaching out through time
Touching points of light
Enshrined within the soul
Infinite specks of light
Ancient fields of gold
Shimmering in the eternal sun
Reflections from on high
The throne of self is crumbling
In fields of dust it lies
Precious truths are hidden
Beneath the hallowed ground
I walk the ancient fields of dust
Waiting to be found
March 20, 1990 JGO/Spanky Mongo