Field of Leaves

on a bare and earthen field of leaves
she leaves
me with my own disdain
and my own pain
of confusion
and illusion
as I struggle for words to say
to make it okay
as I pay
homage
to center stage
like a sage
to his earthly page
and the bitter rage
seeks to enter
into the center
of my bleeding heart
and where you start
it all depends
on where it ends
or falls apart
and in the rain
I see the train
but if it will hit me
is anyone's guess
do I feel less
for being more
than someone to adore
or take for fun
out in the sun
but in the storm
I'll keep you warm
and safe inside
my tender hide-away
and sing you songs
and lullabyes
to make you cry
and hide your eyes
and feel the heat
of a lovers treat
out on the street
or in my bed
just rest your head
on my pillow soft
and sleep the sleep
of angels dreams
and feel the warmth
of lovers steam
as I touch your face
and wish you grace
and hold you close
in our warm embrace
if to let you go
and feel your oats
and do your thing
will make you sing
of lifes desires
and distant fires
and lifelong dreams
and crazy things
you wish to see
and do and be
I'll hold your hand
or stand way back
as you attack
the fiery depths
of your souls concepts
to feel alive
and toil and strive
to make the things
that make you sing
I'll stand you with you
or let you flow
just let me know
how you want to go
do you want me to stand
as your right hand man
I will you know
I'm your biggest fan