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Shadows On The Field

I stand alone in the evening
In the shadows on the field.
Beside a stream I dare to dream
Her love will finally be revealed.

The note I sent said "wait for me
In the shadows on the field."
Did she read it, did she heed it,
Or was the letter not unsealed?

My love for her will scintillate,
Erasing shadows on the field.
Is she waiting, hesitating,
Or will her love remain concealed?

No sound is stirring in the night
In the shadows on the field.
The owls are wise, and realize
I'm waiting for one last appeal.

The twinkling starlight tricks my eyes
In the shadows on the field.
I think I see her there with me
But the image remains uncongealed.

The moonlight drops behide the mountains
That make the shadows on the field.
The blackness grows, and darkness throws
Its mantle on me like a shield.

My thoughts are sad within my mind
Within the shadows on the field.
The hours pass; I know at last
Her feelings will just never yield.

I walk back home across the shadows--
Across the shadows on the field.
I stumble blind, and leave behind
A heart forever left unhealed.
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