Fields Of The Heart Poem by Jon Alan

In forgotten fields a lone man walks
On aged brown and crumpled stalks
Bygone times and ageless thoughts
Nothing is left of the things he sought.

Pain has weathered his suffering soul
As Time has made him almost cold,
But the memories linger, though very old,
Once they meant warmth, these stories untold.

A hollow wind blows round his feet
Masking the sound of his faint heartbeat
In a forest of fears and a sea of tears
A rendezvous lost in tons of years.

The horizon brings no sign of relief
To the eyes of this stranger we all must meet,
And then our heart must bear his weight
The unholy hell of his horrible fate

Tears come easy
As that warmth aways,
Love may die
But the memories must stay.