Green field is waiting
People are praying
The earth is ready for the day
The clouds are showing
The sun is rising
The wind is preparing the way
I don't have much time to see
But the heart is caring for thee
Lips are not prepared to say
In this field we will be free
From all worries to be
For things won't forever stay...
There it stands, arachnid shadows creeping down, its veins flow hidden, causing the grass to breathe.
A distant storm closes in,
it swallows the horizon, accentuating my trivialty .
I rest in solitude.
I make my way up the hill.
I can see the wind through the things that it moves, its power still dormant, demanding my respect.
As i get closer i can sense a force above me,
A blue marble spins and glistens in orange light,
i try desperately not to fall off.
Its almost too much to bare as i stretch out my hands.
In that instant i realise my eyes have been closed.
I hesitate to open them,
The vast atmosphere is now an ambience moaning low.
A deep chant reverberates inside.
I can feel Herculean walls towering to an ornate roof, and statues of gold staring into me, piercing my skin.
Never blinking, never averting their gaze, i have to see.
The hairs on my neck stand up and I thrust my eyes wide.
A cold breeze drifts in from my garden as rain drips off the tin roof.
I get up from my chair wiping my tired eyes.
I look out at the old tree from years past, but i see it for the first time.
skin covered in shadows
a dead winter leaf bouncing against a flourishing summer tree
catching the handle of a spider string
holding onto the living as if
it can escape its crumbling burial
only can a field of soft, mumbling earth
call sleep more swiftly than a mattress
within the green and blue sphere are textured tints that release
wifts of genuine air spilling into half-filled industrial lungs
can art be felt when eyes don't open?
as closed eyelids fall humble to the glowing yellow light
answered silently with a curl of the lips
Picking my words carefully on the field of eggshells.
Knowing that if I told you the truth you'd leave.
Like so many times before..
My struggles are seperating us.
Leaving me walking on the ground cracking with every step.
A faked laugh is worth your smile.
A proud hug that I cannot live up to.
With a heavy heart I know I've failed you..