The Field Of Her Tears - Copyright (C) 6/20/08 by Dan Sharpe.
The tired rain laid itself to rest,
on the barren field where the ashes
of her dreams lay scattered and gray.
The stony ground of his rock hard words,
reluctantly succumbed, and turned to mud,
as her tears washed the ashes away.
In the fullness of time,
come a morning sublime,
a new blade of grass sought the day.
And after the seasons,
as would stand to reason,
t'were no sign that he'd passed her way.