In far green fields my thoughts have bloomed
and grown beside a stream of songs
that flows from dawn until the moon
has grouped her stars in dreams along
the summer sky. In sleep my eyes
have then become the water’s way
of constant currents changing tides
to each new world my mind will play
and live within until they break.
The stream still sings when I awake.
Read more of James O'Neill Miller's poems in the Spring 2015 edition of the Delaware Poetry Review.