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Fields of Harvest

by Alisa Js

strangle hold on sounds that push beneath
the barrier reef that drowns,
frantic in this last attempt
to reach that surface looming
around the flare of fallen fright
dry eyes do tell
and wrinkles stare
quite unexpectedly,
in this soul that stirs
gasping
towards that final reprieve
if only for this moment,
captured in those memories deep
a message come to set us free
from a world without necessities
a world attuned to hypocrisy
and all that doesn't feel ...

we need to break free of vague perceptions
and run to all that's wholly
contained in right realities,
let's live here in the light
of a brand new day
before worms do grind this pathway sweet ...

won't you let me care for you
the way you need me to,
we can stop at ever after
and nothing less
than happiness for eons ...

time has eluded us
perhaps we've gazed too long
into fallacies and dreams and endless streams
churning in our weary heads,
perverseness raises questions, sure
we'll beat them back in the great harvest
and taste the blooms
those tender buds
so full of untapped promise,
at the banquet there
far in the fields
that bounty full
and waiting still ...

on a quiet evening
you can hear the call,
and feel the tugging, if ever so slight
if you listen close
with me ...

04/21/2007

Posted on 04/21/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js

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