Field of Lilies

Exhilarated, we dove from the sky
Into a field of lilies, daffodils,
And daisies, underneath some rolling hills
Where vines, crabapple trees, and broad ferns vie,
A rural dreamscape of the inner eye.
You told me it was the result of pills,
Herb tea left too long on the windowsills,
And other things I never meant to try.

But we were there together, and I took
My time, some trouble, and, yes, I took care,
But pills? When I discovered drugs were there
I turned away, and I refused to look.
I wasn't high; only the rooftop shook,
And I was standing on a folding chair.