Northern Sky

The field was vast
in front of me
its emptiness
for all to see
Wheat as high
as my waistline
walking through
an act of crime
and no-one there
to commit that scene
of vibrant hues to memory
That northern sky
and southern land
only a foreign child
could understand
Echoes rest in adult minds
and emptiness
we leave behind
And now I find
I've always been
lost in that field
unable to scream