When We Were Wildflowers

Long before a knowingness -

Or a think we knowingness -

Embodying this earthly plane.

Before new memories made.

When we swayed gently in the fields.

Quiet whispers to each other.

Tender petals touching lightly.

Steady waking, morning dew.

Before the soul thirst, our silent pain.

The shame that lies awake.

Untethered to the goodness,

That which never breaks.

Deep down below my mother’s roots,

Buried, sheltered in the sand.

There I know just how to love,

Timeless innocence, this fairy land.

Sometimes, I miss the feeling,

Of what, I am not sure.

It’s not of a person, or of a face,

Or even a place to go.

Maybe it’s the tracing of a silhouette,

Lines connecting, hand-in-hand.

Weaving laughter lines and quiet tears.

Giggling softly as the sun descends.

When we were wildflowers,

Soaked in the soma of golden light.

Sinking into nothingness,

Sweet holiness, cool delight.

This is where my body rests,

Waiting to remember.