Oh, I just want to forget for a moment,
As the world stands frozen,

To run in the lavender fields,
Pretend nothing is ever real,

Just to feel
The gentle ease

Of His springtime winds healing my heart-space,
To gaze upon the golden threshold of escape.

How it is to dream
Of a thing

Vividly
But keep it so privily-

Real enough to forget that any of this is real,
Just take the lead into the lavender fields.