Into an empty field she cried it
no witnesses but wheat and wind
hand ****** at her breast
voice cracking and hoarse

"I am more than a dream"

the sky a blush above her
dawn, a distant fond memory
bathed in gold light
her lilting voice, softer now

"I am more than this hope,
this reckless want"

shushed gently by the grass
against her trembling knees
she sinks slowly into the earth
murmers kindly to her own soul

"I'm more than this. I have to be"

The sky no longer rose hued
Breeze whispering through her hair
Night falls, and with it
an ember of the sun flickers out