Brain Waves

A grassy knoll overlooking a colored valley,
Jutting misplaced stones and non-native shrubbery,
And yet a very natural taste on the air,
A crisp clean sky seemingly touchable by an outstretched arm,
The message would apparently be of joy.

Day fades dark,
Brain Waves emitted from deep graves scream to a hollow night,
Hoping for one listener,
One translator,
And one reply.