The Field

The field is a place of solace in my mind that i can go to anytime. Its my heaven that i share with the people i love. Anxiety and fear cannot exist here.

The Field 

 

Grass sways with light feathery tips 

Field changing hue as shadows dance and clouds gracefully 

drift across the summer sky, briefly hiding the golden eye. 

 

The threat of rain is looming, a silence all is still,   

The sky turns to grey as the sun fades away, the clouds begin to fill. 

Excitement surrounds the field, the tall grass vibrates softly. 

 

The woman who stands amongst it all opens her arms looks above and 

closes her eyes as the rain begins to fall. 

A clap of thunder sends tingling energy through her body and she begins to

slightly tremble, soft wind in the grass  

She hears the call. 

 

The woman offers herself to the rising moon 

watching through a break in the cloud. 

Moonlight illuminates her fine body as she lay herself on a grassy bed, 

A warmness fills her soul. 

Magic surrounds like mist in the valley and shows off the beautiful colours 

of her aura. 

 

Golden eye's watching, the bird of the night circles majestically, 

with grace. 

Gentle talons lift her soul, she transforms into the raven. 

Silky black feathers reflect luna's light as she flaps her powerful wings 

and soars toward the moon. 

 

Night owl fly's by her wing admiring the power and beauty that is, 

through the night. 

Together they fly, the field in heart and always in sight. 

 

Before the dawn light pulls back the curtain from the darkest shade of 

night both raven and owl feel agape. 

 

The pureness of it all, its the magic and love that exists in the field. 

It's the field, the field that fills the souls of those who plant the 

seed of faith and in return are given solace and  an ethereal 

feeling of freedom. 

 

Flying toward the heavens on a moonlight highway, 

carried by a lovers slipstream spectrum. 

Silence says so much 

reassured by a tender touch 

brushed by the tip of her wing. 

 

Brilliant shining stars begin to fade away into new light, 

our own glowing star dominates the sky of this heavenly earth. 

A new day is dawning, a new day at its birth. 

 

Grass laying over will in time spring up again from where she walked, 

the magic woman in the field. 

Gently her hands brush the tips on the tall golden grass as she walks, 

the grass glistens with silvery dew, 

her fingers sensitive to the touch 

 

Grounds dampness soothes her feet and the sun now is glowing warm. 

Soft wind carries the smell of earth and wild flowers to her senses, 

breathing life. 

 

 

Author's Note

Still new at this, sorry if its not structured correctly.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

It's lovely, I especially like the last stanza.


typo-'felling of freedom'

[Dan p]

thanks so much.