Bury my heart
at the level of my knees
for I am kneeling before you
on the crushed wildflowers
of my dream meadow.
There is no better place
for a broken heart
than in the comfort
and understanding
of these soft, fallen petals.
Before you I kneel,
with the faith that once more
around my knees,
these sweet flowers will blossom
and reveal within them
my beating heart,
once again strong enough
to build a shelter within me,
and raise me from the meadow,
to walk as one
and explore the forest beyond.
without you
6/24/14
©Lilly S.
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Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
