I ran to the field and
Lay amongst the flowers today.
I stayed in their company for hours.
Days go by.
I let the sun burn my heart.
I do not know why but it is true.
My essence did soar.
I dreamt a dream of you and I and it began to rain.
The raindrops did not touch our skin
Submerged in internal flames,
Dreaming the same dream beside me.
What is this fire you have brought to me?
You hummed and strummed,
Said nothing but we knew.
We never touched but we knew.
Me wishing to remain in sweet slumber and forever have you there.
Throughout time from wall
Eventually find strangers staring at them in
Who will be the last person to remember the
Of your voice?
Sometimes I reassure myself
Because I need a voice
To interrupt my
You do not have to work so hard for love.
To beg, to plead.
(I say to myself)
To apologize for things you have not done just to
Keep the peace.
To prove your worthiness.
(Once upon a time I too did these things)
It took a long hard fall for me to learn
(I learn more everyday)
I cannot measure how much I love myself by
How much anyone else loves me.
(I remind myself)
I am worthy of my own unconditional love.
I cherish a sunburnt country for the red dirt did
Cradle and heal my spirit.
I have felt the enduring passion of my English garden
And I forever keep the
Mountains of the far north in my soul.
I have felt the caress of oceans from east to west in my heart.
The southern sun has kissed my skin with hope.
They have all given what I need in moments,
In those times when I did not know what I was in search of.
I love them all and owe them everything;
I am owned by none.
I rise each day and journey on in trust.
The lion does not roar just to listen to itself.
Nor the hawk call
Or the squirrel chitter,
The birds twitter
Or the whale sing.
The flower does not grow to gaze into its own
Nor the river flow to greet itself.