john harms
She, Nature, And I, Dreamer
I walk through tall grassy fields,
nothing around me
but entire beauties;
she is free of alteration.
I feel all of her –
her breath blowing through my hair,
her bright radiance warming my skin.
I build castles in darkness,
the wide open plains of grasses
and rolling hills and wild flowers,
untouched by cruel hands or eyes.
I run through the tall grasses,
with not one care about life,
and I disappear within.
I look up to the blue sky,
I can control its winds
as I raise my arms to its greatness
and direct its power with my chants. And I feel it.
I feel the wind whip through me,
and all around me,
it knows who I am.
I feel it blowing through my hair,
leaving it as wild as ancestors of times
before the buildings, the hard paths,
and power lines.
I am knocked down by the splendor of life.
I fall to the earth without care
and lie with her.
I watch the skies above me
as life goes on,
as white happy clouds pass by,
shuffling with joy.
I am as happy as the birds in the sky
dancing about and singing their love songs
I’m so close to her, then I wake up.
My castles remain memories,
collections of thoughts and dreams.
She remembers me,
and I remember her.