-Into the Field

I've been lost in a field of grey                       
its monochromatic grass                        
slithers sweetly between my toes                    
keeping me complacent and lulled                  
with a false sense of security                        
                         
apathetically I dine with death's-head moths  
my eyes sallow from the vibrant belladonna  
growing beneath crooked spread trees              
where old abandoned crows tell their secrets  
and amaurotic owls haunt the evening                        
                         
benign to the fact I wasn't alone                        
I picked a young dandelion                        
with daffodil dreams                        
perilously holding on                        
feverishly watching it die                        
                         
as I died along with it                          
I was left with a trenchant grin                        
for I'd gladly watch us die again and again      
if there were only a chance to fulfill a destiny  
forsaken hearts have never known

-ed