the lady of the field

an angel without wings
she walks in the world
barefoot and eager

a fallen hero
he kneels
the grass prickles his knees
as he stares blankly into space

she walks along his horizon
each day
he does not see

until one day
from the distant field
he hears her heart beat
and wakes

he lies on his back
and smiles at the sun

as does she