and I kissed the ground on which you stood on
for from what I could see
that very ground I wanted too
because I lacked my own
it felt so stable, yet stale
and I envied you in a certain way
greedy I was
to have what you had
only to know that
the ground beneath you, is beneath you
because it belongs to you
for if I stood on the same ground as you
the earth would shatter
to dust and pieces
and break a million miles apart
for the soil cannot hold
what it does not know
no I must learn to tend to my own garden
for only I know how to nurture it
only I know which flowers I like
only I know that my soil is neither hard, nor stale
it is soft, like a riverbed
it does not feed off of still or sweet waters
but rather Atlantic storms
and the path it holds is neither straight
nor do I know the right turns
for I choose to rather take the wrong ones
and I know I have tried for something.
yes, I must need learn to nurture my own soil
but if there is anything you could learn from me
it would be this
to move through the seasons of life like the wind blows through the leaves
to dream like you used to dream when you were a child
to bend your mind the way you wish to
to reach for the stars not above you
but a thousand galaxies ahead of you
because there are no limitations in this universe of ours
only the ones you put on yourself
to dance among the wolves
and to sing like you are one of them
to go out into the world alone
without your security backpack
and let life happen to you
yes, that is my wish for you
my wish for me is that I stay this wild woman
but with roots as legs of my own
so for now, farewell my friend
may life move you
the way you moved me.
