I want to be surrounded by 

tall and silent trees

and covered by a star filled sky

just you, me and God above

Here in the sticky heat of the morning

it is the hour of prayer

I wear fresh clothes

I wash my face of my thoughts

I listen to

the quiet whirring of the fans

the birds of the city are awake

the day's first train roars past 

I think of you, and of the people I've known

of the lakes I've seen and the oceans

of the star speckled skies of my past

and the skies I'm sure are yet to come