Saturday, October 2, 2010

Becoming Human - A Poem

I am not the woman
You see standing here.

I am the woman with wild hair
Dancing with souls
Of forgotten flowers.

I am completely human
Alive, real and wild
No longer tamed
Isolated
Domesticated
Or restrained.

I am free
Belonging only to the
Garden of the earth.

To look in my eyes
Is to face your self.

I am the sunshine
Touching your bare skin.

     © 2010 Desert Dreamer

                          Tucson Mountains sunset view

2 comments:

Gail said...

Hello Desert Dreamer! Can I reproduce this poem on Wit's End with a link back to your blog? I like it!! You can write me at witsendnj@yahoo.com.

Thanks
Gail

pendantry said...

This is definitely my favourite of your poems here, DD.

Keep 'em coming! :)