To wander in the distance, over a petal of a rose
In deep thought of what has been
Or what has not
Drifting in an ocean that hugs earths’ surface for eternity
The mind of the heart, the heart that has bled
The colour of the moon and stars
What was holy is not sacred or valued now
Untamed and wild, the nature of the seed that grows
The weeds of dandelions reach for the sun
And cry in the night
Swaying with the wind that blows furiously
Rocking back and forth like a cradle
Whispers of a dream which echoes in the breeze
But the silence leaves the air dead
Lift it from the root and discard of the remains
As the sea carries the soul violently to a new world
Yet before its death did seeds take flight
Landing in a vast field; creating new life
a slave for eternity to the sun
Leah Ayliffe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wilting-life/
