Wildflower

Comfort of creation Lying on the lap of God Strewn out like a carpet Contented in the raw Abiding by persistence Perfection in a pan Uprooting after planting Absent the tools in hand The latest bloomer In such an early disguise And when no sooner Tears fall from on high Wayward west I found you I sensed your presence here Combing cliffs, in the finest 'drome I've chased you all these years In the chasm of your footprints Grave as a mourning dove Charading my existence Undermining love The subtle cessation Every thought to the brave Buried beneath what you are And what you pledge to change The latest bloomer In such an early disguise And nothing comes much sooner As the tears pour from your eyes You're a wildflower The wild You're a wildflower The wild