Fields of Light

Some nights I dream of a starlit lane,
Harley echo and a gentle rain.
Dad and Mama in the distant glow,
Mountains high and ocean low.


Every choice that led me here,
Ran through grief and ran through fear.
But there was always one soft guide—
Ernie’s voice at my shoulder side.


I walk in fields of light where my father stands,
Guiding my heart with his calloused hands.
From Conifer soil to the Florida sea,
Every step I take, he walks with me.
Hope is the lantern I carry through night,
Because Ernie raised me in fields of light.


I am the child of mountains and flame,
Of a man who never once ducked blame.
I am the witch who heals the pain,
Of strangers standing in the rain.


When the ventilators beep and cry,
When someone wonders, “Must I die?”
I hold their hand and feel him near,
Whispering, “Stay, child. Stay right here.”


I walk in fields of light, not alone but two,
My daddy’s soul shining right on through.
From ALS wards to my own front door,
His legacy is what I’m living for.
Hope is the banner I hold up high,
‘Cause Ernie taught me how not to say goodbye.


Fields of light in a darkened world,
Carry the name of a simple man’s girl.
I’ll keep on walking till my work is done,
Then meet him again, in the mountain sun.