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