Damp fields and starry nights

I walked through a field tonight,
the grass damp and cold
the air brisk,
whispering frosty fortunes of things to come.

The darkness of the trees and buildings in the distance remind me of home,
And I glimpse to the stars in hope of something new,
but the sky is a clouded blur like always,
faded by the lights of this continuously growing town.

With my hands in my pockets, keeping warm on this cold night
I breath in deep, taking in all the silent beauty around me.
I hear whispers in the distance and I continue along with haste,
tonight is not a night for misguided friendships,
it is a night for love and perfect simplicity.

As I press onwards I stop one last time to close my eyes and listen,
desperately I wait to be told one of life’s many secrets.
They float upon the wind, spoken ever so softly so that only the ones who really listen can
hear.
And again.. Like before I am unable to catch one, for they are just out of my grasp

But I am not distressed, fore I am humbled by the world,
not by its tyrant governments, its never ending cityscapes of concrete and steel.
But by its infinite wisdom, its perfect beauty, its simple but utter complexity.
I am in awe of its vast oceans, its divine lands and its magnificent sky.

Tonight like many nights I have opened myself to the world,
and it has show its self to me, because of this I am glad.
For even with all that is going on in the world,
unlike people, this world will not change for the worst.
There will always be a field to walk through on a cold damp night,
and there will always be the stars for me to smile at...