Totems

I walk through the tall grass,
Hat in hand.
The fat bees are drunk with honey
And the dawn light warms my face.

The whole world is golden
And it fills my heart with light.
And yet I've found it wanting still
To share with kindred heart in its regard.

So when the moon begins to set
Know in days that pass you by
When cool wind blows
And mist rolls in
That you are not alone this time
To see the beauty there that lies within.