In the midst of a field,
They found two shoes:
One was faded teal,
The other was blue.
Lost between stalks of wheat
And a butterfly resting on a flower,
I took a soft seat
And stayed seated for hours.
The fabric is worn,
The laces undone,
I was forlorn;
I knew the darkness had won.
Memories of beauty flashed through my mind,
As I fell far and long behind.
I became bone-straight and *****
Looking for dots I could connect.
Through the corn,
Over the hill;
And as I mourned,
I was not still.
Memories more flashed through my mind–
Why is it that you would hide?
To wait out the pain of life,
To get a break from constant strife,
And where–
Would you hide?
Beneath dandelion petal-tips,
On wine-sullen red lips?
Perhaps you chose different,
To hide in sight,
And I missed you,
Looking for dark rather than light.
I have circled back,
Like time so does.
Will I spend the life I lack
Wondering what all of this was?
In the midst of a river,
They found a shirt:
Old and tattered
And covered in hurt.
I knew at once it was yours,
I would not miss it,
For I was there when it turned coarse,
From sand and stone and wit.
What I sense now is dread,
As hope is quickly leaving.
I would drain the whole riverbed
To find if you were deceiving.
In the midst of my heart,
I found our love:
A little white capsule,
Buried deep in the mud.
I saw it for something more,
A little dove in the sky–
Told me she was torn,
That she had missed her light.
And as soon as she had shown,
She was gone.
In the midst of a wheat field,
Illuminated by golden sun,
They found your shoes;
Not both but just one.
One was blue,
The other teal-green;
One from you,
The other from me.
Off together against the setting sun,
Surrendering in a battle
That we had not won.
In the midst of a field,
They found our shoes,
Mine were faded teal,
And yours were deep blue.
Draped in the light of a brand-new dawn,
We played our own music
While the ghosts sang along.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 2:24 PM UTC
In the midst of a field,
They found two shoes:
One was faded teal,
The other was blue.
Lost between stalks of wheat
And a butterfly resting on a flower,
I took a soft seat
And stayed seated for hours.
The fabric is worn,
The laces undone,
I was forlorn;
I knew the darkness had won.
Memories of beauty flashed through my mind,
As I fell far and long behind.
I became bone-straight and *****
Looking for dots I could connect.
Through the corn,
Over the hill;
And as I mourned,
I was not still.
Memories more flashed through my mind–
Why is it that you would hide?
To wait out the pain of life,
To get a break from constant strife,
And where–
Would you hide?
Beneath dandelion petal-tips,
On wine-sullen red lips?
Perhaps you chose different,
To hide in sight,
And I missed you,
Looking for dark rather than light.
I have circled back,
Like time so does.
Will I spend the life I lack
Wondering what all of this was?
In the midst of a river,
They found a shirt:
Old and tattered
And covered in hurt.
I knew at once it was yours,
I would not miss it,
For I was there when it turned coarse,
From sand and stone and wit.
What I sense now is dread,
As hope is quickly leaving.
I would drain the whole riverbed
To find if you were deceiving.
In the midst of my heart,
I found our love:
A little white capsule,
Buried deep in the mud.
I saw it for something more,
A little dove in the sky–
Told me she was torn,
That she had missed her light.
And as soon as she had shown,
She was gone.
In the midst of a wheat field,
Illuminated by golden sun,
They found your shoes;
Not both but just one.
One was blue,
The other teal-green;
One from you,
The other from me.
Off together against the setting sun,
Surrendering in a battle
That we had not won.
In the midst of a field,
They found our shoes,
Mine were faded teal,
And yours were deep blue.
Draped in the light of a brand-new dawn,
We played our own music
While the ghosts sang along.