If I Would Ask You

If I would ask you to lay on the ground

 Nestled like spoons or mosaics of sleepers

 here in this meadow with stones as our pillows

 And stars as our blanket where crickets abound

 Would you think me insane?

 Or would you think me just, vain?

 If I would ask you to give up your mind to

 A line of flight piercing through all definitions

 Would our superstitions all wither the moment

 We saw our own faces as one who was blind?

 If we make it through the night

 When we awake in the morning we'll find

 Countless little blue flowers opening calyxes to the golden sun

 Countless little blue flowers opening calyxes to the golden sun…