Fields Of Gold Poem by Cee Bea

it seems that I find you often
like a shell, on the beach
tucked away

the one
in corners of my eyes,
the reflection
to become my stop
and story over the sheen of
gradient vistas
and million to one odds

How do i explain this?
that moment of recognition
when the one who lingered
became the object true
to sight and mind

it bears no gain
nor need.
in truth you are the exhale
of baited breath
and the bread of life
from fields of gold.