through an open car window

through an open car window

   the wind ran his fingers
       through the long silken
         blades of grass
              and i        blew on your lashes
             waken you
          to the sun resting
       his head on the body
        of the plains
          the day falling
              asleep
                 at the setting of it all
                     eager i was
                        to show the night
                              the rising
                                  of your face