Fields of gold, calling me.
Tempting me with immeasurable open space,
with the freedom to move
in any direction I choose.
What makes them golden is not the life they offer,
but the absence of any kind of road.
My beautiful fields of gold.
Of golden opportunities, and promises
of there always being another step
That will move me away from sorrow,
bury unwanted memories
and wave goodbye to regret.
Spirit of Tara 