I sit in the field and weep over a person, who loved this field so very much

I sit in the field and weep over a person, who loved this field so very much

I feel his presence as I sit and weep

The fall rain soaks through my plain white sweater

The wind whips through the grass,

Singing its own sad song to the melody of the wind

It sings for the others who like me, need to cry

Birds’ race above, doing a dance of sympathy

It matches the song with the beautiful melody

The green snake slithers through the grass and hisses a few sweet choruses

The grasshoppers and the crickets are the instrumentalists

In this field symphony

This is what it must be like to be surrounded by the

People who love and care

Ones that aren’t filled with hate and malice

One that have despair of their own

They are nor willing to share it so it

Can be realized and those feelings

Can be calmed and smothered

But unlike them, I have this field full

Of the sympathetic, loving creatures

They actually help change me

I take a small leap from my little world

Back into the reality that is life

I see a girl

Just sitting at the edge of the field

Watching what I’m watching

Feeling what I’m feeling

Its nice, to have a person this close

Since his death, I’ve pushed everyone away

They’ve never been able to help

They say there’s a time and place for everything

Maybe it’s time for me to accept people