She had been wild once
It had coursed through her veins
Pumped her heart with pleasure
And fearsome embrace

Now in peace she resides
Or so they say.
The wild stalks no more
And darkness remains outside.

When the fields of sunflowers,
Rolling gently along the hills pass by,
She lingers
Longingly gazing at the open

Knowing if she laid in the fields,
This ancient land would swallow her.
A tender embrace
A grave, perhaps one she could call home,
If there is such a place.