In Fields of Night


I lie in wait
in fields of night
as lights above
play on my sight

it whispers low
the rustling grass
the silence thick
as time does pass

no change seems near
eternity
hangs in the air
timeless and free

i think of her
beyond my reach
and to the moon
give my beseech

no promise comes
nor did i hope
my problems cheap
beneath its scope

still i wait on
no urge to stir
beckons to me
i think of her

gaze locked above
i trace the skies
seeing the moon
tears in my eyes

i ponder if
she shares the view
who she is with
and what they do

my concern yet
though far apart
i wish i could
control my heart



(c) 2002 Robert H. Harrison