Haze

The grasses yellow long or gold they lean
over universes small and everything
I saw each time you lay upon it in the light
just remember you are everything.
My friends all come into a circle
tossing all they own to the
thin clean air
I can't believe that which my soul declines,
the list includes many things,
but most of all time
that thing that runs among pebbles 
so fine and clear
is but a moment.