Victoriana

Victoriana

27.8.15

Wild Rose

Make one's way in the world, from the very childhood that enclosed you in a place of dreams.

Follow the river’s edge
where the wild red rose
and dark horsetail grows,
follow the impulse—
on earth, the mountains of stars
can be watched
on a flat rock that
would destroy all my apathy.  

Don’t resist the moon-watered rock,
capturing and controlling
my stony unimpressed eyes,
with the inspiration not to run,
but to enclose my spirit, to re-live,
to breathe deeply
from my lungs
into the morning.

Emily Isaacson

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