Oh, mother earth
Dear father time
I am just a girl
One soul
Drifting into dreamscapes
I lie awake in your mountainous plains
Night is day.
“Resume,” you say?
Resume…
Resume!
My feet are with you, mother.
My eyes have seen you, father.
Passing as clouds will
Soiling my hands
Am I weightless as I
Walk upon your land
Without ambition?
Months of thirty-one
Compare to leap years
I am reminded of time
By a changing moon
It is then I travel onward.