My Comfort Place

Across a field of golden wheat
I skipped through a dream
an unknown place
where the sun warmed my face

on my skin a warm crisp breeze
the kind of place that comforts me
a sapphire sky touched by golden rays
with no blemish of clouds today

through the air I hear a joyous song
the birds singing as if nothings wrong
the wind carries their echoed voice
as if has no other choice

I turn to embrace the sun again
to feel its warmth upon my skin
I close my eyes and let it wash over me
and feel a shift that I was not expecting

a cool blast of air hit my face
a chill blows through my comfort place
and what I see when I open my eyes
was not what I expecting to find

my sapphire sky was cluttered with grey
and the rain was threatening my golden rays
the warmth I felt upon my skin
I wanted so badly to feel again

the golden wheat beneath my feet
had turned to scorched dead weeds
lying lifeless across the ground
turning to ash as I spun around

the song I heard had been replaced
by hallowed screams in my comfort place
the wind that carried the voice along
was now writhing with a different song

I turn to look to find the sun
and wish the grey would come undone
I wish the breeze would warm my skin
I want to hear that song again

I wish the sun could beat the grey
I want to stay in my comfort place
without the ash beneath my feet
I want to skip through the golden wheat