Wildflowers

by Deirdre Madden

I will go with you where the wildflowers are
Hold my hand and I will take you there.
Lie with me
Under the sky
Watching the cotton clouds pass by.

Your smile can speak a thousand words
Your heart can beat a thousand chants
The air is filled with breath and beats and nature’s dance.

The warm breeze wraps itself around us
Like a cocoon of silken threads
As we become one with the wind and the earth
Without effort or forced heads.

The wildflowers sway above our eyes
As if to canopy our space
And bow to our love of intensity and grace.

I will go with you where the wildflowers are.