This poem is truly the beginning of my recent work. It was written soon after the death of someone very close to me this past year. While looking through a National Geographic magazine, I came across an add for a trip to a Spanish Monastery, that the people called, "Compostela", which translates to "Field of Stars," hence the title of the poem. I have the English version here, and there is a Spanish version if you are interested.
Through the bitter shadow of darkness I seek your soul,
I yell and I scream out to you but to no console.
My mind races wildly and my legs begin to shake,
As I hear the faint whisper of my name be exclaimed.
My head whips around searching for the speaker,
But I find no one there, just a faint light growing fainter.
I rush over towards it, giving no care to my health,
I bruise and I batter, the blood feeling only as warmth.
I reach the end of my journey and almost begin to weep,
As I find that there is still a restraint much too steep.
I lean up against it, expecting a hard wall,
Yet instead find a cloud through which I begin to fall.
I land hard on the ground, expecting more darkness to appear,
But I am taken aback by the amazing surprise that is found here.
A truly beautiful sight came to my mortal eyes that night,
A gift from the heavens was delivered into my undeserving mortal life.
A field of stars leaves me in stupendous awe
As I realize what happened was not bad at all.
Each star quivers with delight to my outstretched hand,
And I cry just for knowing that this was your plan.
You gave me your all, for nothing more can I ask,
So I slowly walk away, and pray for a new task.
You must understand that I love you, and so cannot easily let go,
But instead fought for something that I know must befall.
And so, I say goodbye, to the friend of all time,
And hope, that forever, we shall stay so entwined.
