THE WILDFLOWER

i want to wander in my acres
nothing touched by man
all the paths meandering
no purpose to be had
i want to seek the wildflower
that grows within the heart
at the center of the wood
where beats a beckon part
i want the thorns to cut me
to leave behind a mark
that i might find my way to you
when back that path i start
i want to smell the wildflower
when finally closing in
knowing it your fragrance
the way my air grows thin
i want to find it beating there
with glistened light embue

i want to pluck it from its place
and bring it back to you