Throughout the passages of time,
a child stands in the fields of gold
gazing up out at the world who abandoned him.
Left all alone to search for his own platitude from
which to launch his future, he wanders the many
acres springing up from under his feet, and
carries him down the path towards least resistance.
Behind him is the bold horizon gazing down upon
him while the mountains further beyond sleep
against the power emulating from the little boy who
emits his pain with his sullen expression.
He looks to the farmer to guide him out of the maze
beholding his life, and lift him up into the clouds
where he can float over the hailed kingdom of man.
© Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2015