Hands clasped tightly upon my knees, I sit here. Looking past the dark horizons, I manage to see a little light shine through.
Not much, but its something.
Its glows and I envy it.
So beautiful, I hope it last through this day.
Its quiet here, so quiet I can hear myself think.
I often think of you.
Wondering if you will ever return to this field of mine and sit with me once again.
With open arms, I would accept your loving embrace.
But it seems only but a dream now.
So long I've waited and you haven't returned.
These fields are all I've known since you've left.
Empty and silent.
Repeatedly, like always, it sways the time away, naive to the days end.
I too will wait here as these fields do.
Naive to your return.
Watching that little light shine through.
