Listen To the Warm - Distant Field

"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too, when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen As I lay myself in deep surrender I see the stars twinkiling above and feel the chill of darkness descending as mists gather like a shroud. I feel the rustle of the grass as the wind gently caresses them in its gentle passing and remember you my love and of the furtive times we met in shadowed streets and parks whispering sweet nothings and sealing our promises of forevermore with sweet kisses. I hear the distant roll of the drums pronouncing a victory of sorts - a knell more likely for a fallen one sacrificed for a cause best known by those sitting at distant desks dishing out ciphered orders to do or die. So here I lie waiting in vain for a roll call somewhere to read out my name among the missing and post-haste to recover what remains of me. So in the meantime, with ebbing heart I dream of you, my love, and the times we met cherishing moments we shared. Peace descends as I surrender to your thought and commend my soul - even as I listen to the warm. ~11 May 2016~ Just missed the contest