the loneliness of a pair of eyes
deep and serene as a vast field of wildflowers
nestled between great mountains
they see your beauty and feel your allure
your bight colors make them feel alive
your novelty makes them feel worthy
the lonely people come and pick of your abundance
they take you home and display your essence in a vase
a memory of vitality
until the flowers choke and fade away from their Source
so the lonely people return
day after day they pick a small bouquet
because the field is endless
so it seems
what’s a few flowers to a whole field?
they picked the field to scraps of color barely vibrant
the field has grown thistles and thorns around its edge
with a riddle guarding a single entrance
“What are You that I Am?“
(to know you must
become the field)
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
the loneliness of a pair of eyes
deep and serene as a vast field of wildflowers
nestled between great mountains
they see your beauty and feel your allure
your bight colors make them feel alive
your novelty makes them feel worthy
the lonely people come and pick of your abundance
they take you home and display your essence in a vase
a memory of vitality
until the flowers choke and fade away from their Source
so the lonely people return
day after day they pick a small bouquet
because the field is endless
so it seems
what’s a few flowers to a whole field?
they picked the field to scraps of color barely vibrant
the field has grown thistles and thorns around its edge
with a riddle guarding a single entrance
“What are You that I Am?“
(to know you must
become the field)
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