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
My wolf pup soul
In a cavern, familiar.
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
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