Yellow Fields

find me by the rivers, the dell of morning
where the yellow fields are born into light of the day
the frost from the ground, deepens the hue
glistening, in the dawn, traveling through a cool afternoon
the light dances with me, the waters running
close by, i hear the movement, the pace of the time
that penetrates my mind, and gives me new reason
to seek forth on this day
i stretch out my hands, my fingers to the moment
a place now, where i can no longer feel, for the light in this hour
is driving me onward
past these thoughts that linger in the days of you
in this yellow mist
of afternoon's breathe, the day is moving
changing, with the season, the fall of leaves
is giving reason for me to believe that there is more
than the sadness i feel, more than the loneliness of the wheels
that have been traveling through me, grinding in metal and blue
on this day, i take this light, in the arms of my sight
my fingers reach, outstretched, and dissolve into the cool sunlight
my thoughts, my memories, find
to a place, an instant, where i belong, in the silence of sound
a quiet that envelopes me in this hour, on this day at hand
all others may chose to weep, but not i
for discovery is in the sands of this time
falling, slipping away, as my awareness
shall last past this day, into tomorrow
next week, for all life, in time, the candles are lit
in the trees tonight, for the memory of the yellow glow
still holds this forest true, despite the memory
that still lingers
in my heart still roaming through these thoughts of you