I dreamt I lay atop a burning pasture,
Kittens running after balls of wool,
A sacred stone unkempt beneath my light.
And evermore the light grew darker,
And I still don’t know what I was looking for.
There was no woman, no great love,
Just giant whirlwinds of passion,
Stealing the life, spinning me round.
There was no man to tell me to pack and go,
No man to beat me in to submission.
There were no humans whatsoever.
Just me, and the kittens,
Rolling around the earth.