bring me ...

bring me ... bring me wild flowers sprinkle them over my body the way you used to litter them across open prairie fields when i had the eyes of a child bring me the warm spray of a sea coast let it wash over my cheeks and dissolve away the mask of sorrow and regret that i have worn for far too long bring me a carpet of dried leaves let me hear it crunch under my feet and even when i walk down the silent concrete streets of murder and fear let its sound guide me home bring me an icy mountain let it rise in front of me in the fury of a storm to teach me how small my place is here when i climb the rickety ladder of pride and believe i am more than i am Copyright © Kennedy James, 2010. All rights reserved.