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