FIELDS by Lizabella Stephenson

FIELDS

Where are we going

I ask my love

For a walk

She tells me

And I smile 

At this new adventure

This odyssey she will take me on

I gaze at the sleek fineness of her skin 

The dark eloquence of her eyes

She takes my hand in hers

And we walk, her and I

Through overgrown and lush fields

Fertile and fragrant 

The green growth strokes our thighs as we walk

I feel the warm graciousness of the sun on my back 

And I want to pull my lover down

Here, in the brilliant and perfumed paradise

And linger

Down amongst this ambrosial softness 

And place honeyed smooth kisses

Upon the tender arch at her throat

But I continue to walk with her

This woman who has so totally captured my heart

Here, she says and pulls me gently down beside her

I feel the warm sweet breezes playing with my face and neck

You must let me go, she tells me

And I feel a deep quaking in my soul

How can I let go of this woman?

As much a part of my heart

As the veins that run through it

If I let her go

This love of mine

Who will I be?

As long and as tightly as I have held on to her 

I can't, I won't

Please don't ask this of me

I ask no more of you, she answers

Than I ask of myself

I reach for her hands

But now they are fragile and weak

The silky smoothness that was her voice 

Is husky, harsh and a wound to my ears, heart and my soul

I look into my love's face

And it is a face of illness, pain and suffering

Eyes now dull and lusterless 

The winds have changed

Glacial, frigid and cutting

The sky, dark and ominous

The grasses in which we sit

Are dry and jagged and bruise my skin

I look away across the fields in which we sit

And I am full of anguish, desolation and regrets

I love you, she says, I always will

I feel warmth upon my back

And it is bright again

The grasses are soft with sympathy and forgiving

The sun is out again, I turn to tell her

But she is gone

A trick of light

Or a figment of my imagination?

I lift myself to my feet

And begin to move forward

Head up, eyes on the horizon

It's what she would have wanted

And it's what I will give her... 

LizaBella Stephenson