Do you remember when
We followed a stream down through a glen,
And found a wheat field growing there
Like golden waves of angel hair?

And blew a breeze of heaven sent
Across the flowing tides of grain.
Across an amber sea we went,
Across a magic plain.

Then from her bed, leapt up a fawn,
Like Neptune’s agile daughter.
And we followed after her till dawn,
Walking on holy water.

~ Daniel F Mitchell