Is That Something In Your Eye

Met myself a coming from a time I left some years ago. I didn’t speak to me, just smiled to myself as we passed. I knew from my face the best way to go was easy and slow. . . . The cotton field is searing my body, yet the pain won’t last. I saw me meet the forest, where I became lost in its darkness. I didn’t step back to ask, as I knew that I was serious. The feeling had me, as it did me, leaving its emptiness. . . . Who will take me to the mountain, where I won’t be curious? The river in the distance cried out to me, with its cold black eyes. So, I eased my way through the fields of wheat and clover. Then I heard them, like I always heard, we both felt its cries. . . . I entered the river, like I met the forest, and finally it’s over.