The Fields

a poem by matt ⭒ june 14, 2026

in my mind lies an infinite lavender field,
and in the field lies a boy looking like me:

he spends his nights dreaming,
beneath the embrace of a lone willow tree:
sometimes staring at the moon,
eyes reflecting the night sky,
hoping that, someday soon,
he will escape the endless fields,
to sail across the cosmic seas,
all on his own, silently alone,
unbothered, unbounded,
unseen.

he spends his days wandering,
between the rows (and rows) of purple flowers:
sometimes staring at the sun,
half-blinded by her brightness,
yet still admiring her anyway,
for he sees celestial love in her light,
his warmest longing in his waking life,
to stay in the lavender fields forever,
with another, an unknown lover,
together.