The dandelions have turned to wind
The paths of grazing cattle ripple the slopes
In the valley the river meanders
Wandering the slanted fields and woods I grew up in
I notice how certain things haven’t changed
Though I have
Am I missing my life?
By thinking that half of it wasn’t lived by me?
By wondering what the other half will be?
I so looked for the right thought in others’ minds
That I forgot… I forgot how I love
To walk the earth in the company of God
I forgot that my dreams were mine to live
As flowers blossom and falter
To become soil, air, streams, stars and whispers
I forgot that I have something to say
Even if my voice croons in tongues and colors
Even if I don’t always remember what I think