Across the road in fields

Across the road in fields I went
To see a world I didn’t know;
And down a lonely winding road
I happened then to lately go

And saw you there out in the fields,
A vision clothed in loveliness;
I see you now, where e’er I am,
For it’s you on whom I obsess —

Across a hundred different farms
I drive until the day goes dark:
But it’s still you I always see
With every glint and every spark

Across the road in fields I went
My every waking minute spent
In searching for that magic place
Where I’ll no longer see
Your face

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant