A Time Under Yours

Run alive

Into that moving field
Far away
With your eyes concealed

To never seek the world

A memory that sinks above
The wet tips of wheat
The death your past dreamt of

Crafting the silent waves

So lay still
Trapped under the wind
Draining fingered cups
With your rain drenched grin


Never to look up


And maybe someday
When the moon turns black

You could straighten your knees
And burden your back

To lift up your heart

But that could be then
Then so far from now

Our future never bends

Not in this moving field
No more than wind allows

It hid behind my eyes

for quite some time

Dark behind the shadows

Deep beneath the wine

I couldn't wake

because I stopped to breathe

I couldn't dream

because the thought was sheathed

I just laid there

soft in the grass

waiting for that moment

One that could last

but the world kept moving

and my eyes churned still

In that sea of blades

In all my will

And I still couldn't find it