The stone walls gave way

I was flying over wide valleys
patched with sun
crossed with streams...
Chestnut horses grazed in perfect rectangular meadows.....

In my apprehension everything was too late...
I sensed despair...
Why had i never played here as a kid...
walked as a boy?
Run in that field, lived in that cottage...
These colours, why had i never painted them?
You were all thes hopes....