Lost in the Fields

Remember...
when that light shone
inexplicably in your eye
A twinkling promise
of love
life
Forever fading
the orbs of your hope
are lost
Gone back into the fields
rolling seamlessly back
into the timeless
dreams
Echoes like splinters
in fragmented hearts
ringing in empty ears
and hollow whisky glasses
like the ice
so cold
moving across the soul
Inhale the excess
the immovable desire
to run away
back into the fields
into the innocence
the unknowing
the womb
But no, too late now
your straining eyes have seen
so far into the darkness
of you
and her
and the abyss between you
Those old eyes are lost
someplace in the rolling expanse
of the fields
Still watching you run on
with that golden piercing fire
but the only thing you
see
are gaping sockets
painted black with ash
the agonizing regret
of a bright soul
Lost within the Fields.

A. Jaxon