The old gray man alone now
tends to his dusty fields
Watering the emptiness
where the land no longer yields
_________
He wove his web of fashions
from the tears his pains had sprung
Where once he sang of starlight
back when his love was young
________
He heard the winds a-calling
turned to run a-hoping sure
To reach where she was lying
sharing pains they would endure
________
The gales did blow around him
precious memories, he'd miss
Drops would fall upon his lips
those that hers would never kiss
_________
Where grass and bending flowers
grew together like the weeds
Lie meadows all but barren
for the lack of sowing seeds
________
The blushing, blowing Poppies
that once grew all around near
Fill the fields with his memories
of the love he once lost here
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So next when you tread o'er
where the wind blows 'cross this field
Poverty of this old soul
waits the mercy you may wield

Tate
Original poem with music and pictures as it was meant to be seen
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/543860/