A Field of Lightly Held Sorrows

Marvin Urias

Marvin is a third year nursing student at Fairleigh Dickinson University - Florham.

I think there’s a sorrowful field somewhere. 

The grass might be purple 

And in the whispers of the morning I can see the dew of you climbing towards heaven; 

A rain of pearls racing to meet their creator. 

I walk these fields looking for the shiny bits of you left to decorate my heart with— 

You were always brighter in the afternoon.

Maybe I could find some way to thank you. 

It was you who said a pearl is not a tear to be shed, 

But a memory to cling to. 

I keep writing my name backwards in the dirt

To see what it is you saw in me. 

I can hear your laughter ringing like a knell.

 A wind blows and I can feel the way the light would bend to form your hands

And the sunset warmth that ensued.

There’s a sorrowful field somewhere. 

And there’s no way to turn back

But in this dream

I am not without you 

We walk steadily on

 A mirror between us

And a string of pearls to moor us to the night.