Arrived in Prairie Seas

Arrived in prairie seas

Arrived in Prairie Seas

Chemicals that make my body warm
For whatever reason that brings you near
Compatible unending (nor aged) intelligence
Clicking mixes to understand underneath
What can learn to be said, simple
If bodies were promised to be burning
Would this be a normal routine, to be
Animal that can think and speak of
Human that can call or crawl to
Only in the instance of reach, and
Never a slave,nor master as
Respect is painted from a natural heart
Clearing my mind from all garbage
Once twisted to my survival's death
As I thrive with my own feet standing
Bartering for any help as I rise with
Exchanged masterings, or just a focus
Because a need was allowed delegation
Without intention or ulterior controls
Weaving a bloom, that only now
Swells seed sprouting into more warmth
I heal with roots upon my hair, brushed
My secrets, yet still my beauty there
As I've only stared into your eyes in
Glimpses as I've often turned my head
To listen to everything you have to say
Then I walk alone again, liking myself
More because I'm still able to go
As I return then, with call of animals

Your animals come, as I come to watch
If I were such a pet, I'd never
Have felt as free as the wild cats
To move along the pulled and un-tethered
Safe enough to share a wild there
I'll observe my work to be written
Into a new understanding to even speak
My goals keep me back toward (back to word), yet
I'll join you in instances of a backdoor
When the wind brings me inside, my own
Storm that waters my waiting creation
To be used like it was never damaged
With the genius of suffering wiped into
Exceptional inventions of clear air
Never minding the mountains climbed
Or fallen cliffs and rocked openings
For I am only a girl running in fields
Of prairie grass and ghosts of wild flowers
With suns setting behind windmills
As another purple sky sings clouds
I'll think of you when I'm not anything
Or when I am everything I promised myself
Thankful, I'm no longer
not dying
Nor the woman with grave dirt upon
I am born and shining as circling sun
To return to fond mornings of dove calls (and robin flirts)
I'll open my door’s cold air there
Crisp like a campground rising's play
I'll think of fires to come, where I'll sit near warm

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