Big Wild

I watched her at times, gazing into another world Her head was past dwelling in the clouds Way up high, and at times she would fall back to the ground. She wore stars in her hair, milky way’s left and tangled in her everyday sweater Curiosity crept over her shoulders, drenching her body with desire Her eyes deeper than the ocean, sea salt sparkling on her skin She saw things different, unlike you and me. Carping at life through the underside of a crystal glass telescope. Always reaching to feel the breeze, yet grounded to the earth like the roots of an old oak tree She cradled wisdom in the palm of her silken hands Holding paradoxes in her pockets and leather shoulder bags, Wrapped up in her words, people used to say, as if they saw metaphors running down her face She used to love uncontrollably, showering in laughter, running in the rain Now she has loved too much She tends not to show sensations, her mind is always in rotation She hands out her teardrops of trust, I know it never runs dry Her world is to multifaceted, staring through the smoke. Lungs black, yet she stays in her mind for it is a universe she knows better than all the rest. Contemplating culture She tries hard but numb always becomes the answer. I watched the way her matted hair complimented her ever lost eyes that drifted in the rose gold meadows Lips stained with the blood of rubies Blue quarts on the shelves She connects the constellations, wrapping herself in the umbra of darkness I’ve yet to see what she sees We see the world, Yet she sees the crystal molecules which fuel her everyday on the pinpoint of all opportunities She is big wild Her spirit has not yet been lost Exploring dimensions, folding time Her eyes dimmed as she jumps from world to world Euphoria is a needle in a haystack Yet she finds it, one straw at a time Mazes to the sublime She gets lost so often, Praying every day for the answer Accepting the skin she’s in Yet crawling out every night pleased if she wakes up still detached in another land I see her drowning in her sorrows Trying to stay afloat Alcoholic breath fills her nose; she longs to be as free as the cold sea She tends to explore the world Her heart is at peace among the tall dark trees Placing diamonds in her coffee cups The edges cut throats faster than sugar Hiding behind old thrift shop glasses and wholly sweaters Thinking she will not fare, Climbing to stay with a smile on her burdened face I think she could go farther I watch her love life even though it’s a thorn at hand The average can’t understand, For this girl is packed up for a trip without a plan.