The Upper Meadow

Filed under: Poetry — 3 August 1997 @ 6:41 pm

Lying in an open
field, I look at the layers of green
surrounding me.

Solitude.

In this field I spent time
with a lady. One so beautiful
and wise, who smiled at me as I
serenaded her with song. I wondered
at that moment, did I have her heart?

In the darkness,
under the shadowy moonlight, she turned
to rest in the arms of another,
showing that her heart was safely
in my best friend’s hands.

Again
And
Again.

Till I can take it no more, and hate
myself for feeling.
So I am here, in this large field, away
from those who say they love me,
in the presence of one who really does,
if I could only believe it.

August 3, 1997
Snydersville, PA

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