Shadow in the Field

The curtain falls upon her shoulders
To hide her form
As she walks in open quiet
I see sleeping flowers sigh
And be happy in their rest

The curtain falls upon her shoulders
Like clouds on the open sky
To hide from me what all she is
For the secret of intimacy
She is loath to display

The curtain falls upon her shoulders
Over her face I cannot find
For inside this fabric I know she watches
Over those kind beasts and blooms
As the stars watch overhead

Her steps are entrancing
Poise to be the kindest soul
Whose wake will be the smoothest potion
That arrests my mind from all else
But how she walks in open quiet

Her steps are entrancing
As gentle as kissing wind
The words of petalled crowns echo
Around her silhouette
In dreamlike blur to hide her from me

Her steps are entrancing
Not entirely shown to me
Like an answer I must discover
She watches over the way she walks
Careful to not awake nature's passions

Shadows blend amongst her feet
The cape of protection to guide her care
As crowns of flowers are weighed down
To deepest realm where dreams are real
She is the warmth to midnight chill

Shadows blend amongst her feet
So her self is lost in dim starlight
To cover all a whispering field
That sleep because she walks
As silent as the heavens

Shadows blend amongst her feet
To hide what she is to me
Other than the beauty of quiet night
I must find the ancient question
For only then will she be answered

Her arms are closed around her
Careful to not touch a single petal
That bends so close
To find an answer in the unasked
Reaching in dream for reality

Her arms are closed around her
To give nothing but her shadow
The darkness of comforting
The wind that returns their whispering
And a presence that lets imagination keep asking

Her arms are closed around her
Self contained in formless change
But familiarity itself relaxing
In the deepest sense
That lets dreams become something more

I wonder if she smiles
To be the bringer of this bliss
Upon a field of weightless blooms
So heavy their selfs have fallen deep
Into the warmth of her shadow
Boundless by her beauty and grace

I wonder if she smiles
That her touchless gift is so powerful
That it removes all other thoughts
But the ones we wish to answer
Of how she walks in open quiet

I wonder if she smiles
To be inside a field of peace
Where all are thankful
But unable to be gracious
To the one who moves in quiet steps

Her wind is a great mending
To broken stem and damaged crown
She lets the flower forget its pains
And cling to a giving shadow
To wonder at the fabrics of dream

Her wind is a great mending
To let those blooms bend so deep
To crane so low to breaking
But be well as any
Because her wake will always support them

Her wind is a great mending
I am in wonder of how she walks
With all the pains a field will have
And carry them in closed arms
Away while sleeping crowns rest

She stands tall but her wavering cloth
Hides the bent back
And the gaze she so calmly gives
To quell all distress in her care
With touchless grace to always be there

She stands tall but her wavering cloth
Does not define what she is to one
But to all a slumbering field
As a shadow of warmth and pleasure
To blind the self of their worries

She stands tall but her wavering cloth
Shall be a breaker upon the night glacier
Her shadow a ship to carry
Through all this cold a pathway made
By her hidden smile in open quiet

I am in awe to think of her
The one upon the sleeping field
Who alone shall shepherd over
With restless care be a great wave
In whose force all stress is forgotten

I am in awe to think of her
As the silent tower upon the sea
Of bent crowns she gives a shadow
To guide the field of harmful crags
That plunge the soul to blinding depths

I am in awe to think of her
Her back may bend to take up pain
But never will the flowers know
Either their strain or hers
The silent watcher who walks in open quiet

To fathom her is impossible to me
Her form undefined by her shadow
That will always cover all her care
And be the warmth from winter frost
To the thankless flower

To fathom her is impossible to me
Her face so hidden in sleep
None may answer if she smiles in giving
Or if tears would fall to this burden
To maintain the pleasure of dream

To fathom her is impossible to me
But to not know does not affect
How she walks in open quiet
And ease the broken stem and warped crown
Of all the worries it contains

The whispers that the field makes
Are enough to lift the world
When there will be a crown in peace
Let it sound all it can in grace
A countless fold upon her way

The whispers that the field makes
Become the shadow to spread so far
And let other flowers bend low
To the warmth of dream filled sleep
That lets her smile in quiet joy

The whispers that the field makes
A chorus to the stars above
That alone will know her walks in open quiet
That all is well within her care
And all her pains are worthy to bear


She is the answer to the question unknown
That lets me always search
In desperate attempt that blind me
But when she comes my way
I will forget all pain and be at peace
For she is the wind that whispers joy
That will know all answers to what I suffer
And give her grace upon my dreams
So that I may sleep where there is more
Than the aspirations I have focused
Her touch I will never know
But I shall be the most content
For in her wake all I am is joined
By the chorus of calm upon the field
That lifts her steps in open quiet