music of the unexplored fields

There are wide open windows and miles of forgotten road,

Through unexplored riverbeds like powdered veins

fenceless and free

And they are 

all for you.

There are places you will never see, 

but you will touch

through my own broken hands,

my own hobbled gait,

And through my aimless wandering

as I stumble and cry and scour 

the desolate corners of the world

Defiant and desperate,

searching for a memory’s grain,

the sound of your voice in the wind,

the fragments, the weathered fence posts,

the buckshot signs, the leaning barns,

Searching for the last, fading breath

of my world 

with you.