Left For Dead

Awakened this morning

to the warmth of the sun

beneath a sky of grey

it was gifted to me

a bird's eye view

since I had lost my way

Standing small

in fields of wheat

my heart would barely hold

I saw ahead

a faded chevy

parked for getting old

To my left

a nordic man

implied and though not said

no emotion

nor word was spoken

but a message in my head

everything of you is known

yet, no passion

from his eyes

it seemed as if

my mercy pleas

had fallen from the skies

Then a child

with curls of silk

stepped forth to pull my wrist

she pointed up

so I would see

of sunbeams through the mist

exuding warmth

from top to marrow

not of flesh and bone

an open vein

poured liquid gold

to say I'm not alone

Now I may rest

the clouds have parted

and with them grains of grey

that I may wake

in fields foretold

beneath the light of day

Lessons In Wheat

Oil on canvas

By Dana M Yope