In a Field Laced With Nevers
~
Sitting alone
in a field laced with nevers
that sunlight avoids
as stars fade from view
picking a clover
of unlucky petals
found on the edge
of a soft summer hue
Seeing a path
leading up to tomorrow
winding its way
past the frown on my face
different scenes
for a mind that is empty
in outlines of sadness
that boundaries trace
Echoes employ
every decibel playing
counting the measures
as harmony spills
bouncing about
lonely tree tops now crying
running from voices
that call from the hills
While here I sit
in this field laced with nevers
constricting sounds
sent to muffle the clear
stuck in a world
where the silence is screaming
muting the verses
I’m longing to hear
~
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