fields of gold

as I sit cross-legged
on that bright sunny day
no rain will mar the memories
my tears leave those large drops on my glasses
my shirt is stained
they fall freely on my jeans
my soul bleeds for absent lovers...
I have never been to those fields
but my mind's eye sees them clearly
I am there, alone
I have waited there all of my life
believing in their beauty,
unbelieving in my ability to share it
alone I sit listening to the west wind blow
and cry for the promises I never kept
because they were never made
who will walk there now with me
in those fields of golden barley
of sunflowers, of buttercups, of yellow daises?
these tears of emptiness will dry, the rain quiets
there will be more summer days
lying in fields of gold, waiting
for someone to stay with me



fields of gold
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