FIELD OF BLACK...

I hear the utter sorrow in song.    
Siren wails that pass through    
the branches of naked trees.    
In night,lonely lights peak a haze    
over rooftops of the dreaming children    
we all are.    
Heavy steps echo from the vast field of blackness    
in front of me.    
I send in a stern syllable of question.    
The nothing that answers back,    
turns a curious fear,that beckons me closer.    
This field speaks only    
that which I project into it,    
and I quickly learn to concentrate    
over my heart pounding upon every nerve ending.    
Prayers for forgiveness shames a broken man.    
The cracks so obvious,I fear God hesitates    
to send me anything,as so I don't crumble where I stand.    
Shall It be so before I've had a chance to enter the darkness?    
Before I enter this field of black that I rely so much upon,  
to hold even the slightest answer?  
Hope strangles me,as the son colors the eastern sky.  
And soon exposed,this field will haven't any significance.