daisy
Crept beside me,
you bow your small head,
inclined,
I wait to hear your story of the far off
sky you wish to see
and the river you wish to feel in your feet
you ask me to take you there, and I
look at your rooted disposition
sadness in my eyes.
I say to you, what can be done of me?
A petal sheds from your mane, resting on an outstretched hand
Go, you say.
I carry you in my heart, I let you see through my eyes
Though you’ve withered, lay to rest in your earthen bed
You linger in my soul.