The flowers I fed with gentle water

From my young tears

Falling nightly while the golden moon swept

The dust in a circle around me.

I must’ve wished a thousand times,

Said one, said each silent prayer

As the moving earth giggled under my feet.

I lived outside for much of my childhood

Or, that was the myth,

And the bending stalks of everything

Growing even as I crawled deeper under

Their soft roots

To hide

My wolf pup soul

In a cavern, familiar.

I wish?

I guess it’s all up to the endless now.

My hair grew longer while I hid

My fingers trailed the paths you left behind

I kissed the dreams

And ran from skin and bones and teeth.

Can you hear me moving in on a wave

I hit the shores every time

You breathe.