Walks in fields
whisper memories like leaves tossing
in the wind.

Long strands waving goodbye
as mournful notes sizzle in the newborn sunlight
and your eyes reflect the beasts
running through the trees.

wild things
captured in the shadows
held with chains of fear
and pain in lines I cannot remember
writing.

Your hands too young to understand
the blind search burning in my veins
and lips ripe with the ideals
of a privilaged life

you sing of a heart full of love
In which my doubt pervades as
reality has dissipated my previous
expectations.

Shallow lines flicker under the surface
shattered waves reflecting the ache
in my bones
at the mistake found in misconception

and I am lost

once again.