I lie in my bed, the seconds escaping.

My stale conscience stares as a hole to fill.

Falling thoughts pour into my simple mind.

Do you know what happens when time stands still? 

On a sun kissed hill, wind brushes my hair.

I lie between amber waves of nature.

A heartbroken theme plays as I sit there.

My eyes close, hiding the scene from capture.

Now I ponder if I shall dream once more.

Or can I even proclaim it a dream?

For I felt the brisk breeze that my skin wore.

And my clear eyes did meet the golden gleam.

As slumber grasps me, I finally know

when time stands still, was just moments ago.