Originally Posted by Querida
for some of us
our solitudes
are grounded in the Earth.
We are its chosen vessals
and so it hungers to hold our bones.
The wily winds, conspirers all
cajole us to join
the security of the soil.
They dally past
the tendrils that tentatively
reach out...
perchance to meet
happenstance to stay
severing all from our own
flesh encased beings
and so all alone
we turn to the gusts of iridescent dreams
over lures
our minds darken
enriched only is ourselves
and the Earth awaits us longingly
a while more...