Empath

I’m a wildflower with a dream

In a field lush and green

I dream to know what I cannot

Frozen still inside this spot

I have a gift it’s true

I see and feel what is of you

A touch of warmth

In this still of space

Yellow rays engulf my face

I feel the wish of a child’s cries

As soft white dancers pass my eyes

From afar

I see the mighty mountain

Proud and purple- with grassy peaks

I feel its song

And my heart leaps

I see the eagle

With brown wings so free

I see a lot

But can’t see me

How can I

Recall my own self so true

Amidst the shouts of what is of you

I will find a way to soar

Beyond myself in search of more

I will use these blades of green

To cut a path

And see the world between

They shall be for me my feet

Carry me past the golden wheat

And sit atop that grassy peak

From here to there and back again

Just long enough to remember when

Now

High up in the atmosphere

I see myself and shed a tear

That little flower way down there

That feels so much because it cares

Is not alone in that field so fine

What I see of others

They see of mine

The rays of sun felt my face to touch

The white dancers shared what they wished so much

The mighty mountain could see me too

And the eagle helped me dream as it flew

I still feel a lot

But not regret

For what we give we also get

Here in this field I love to be

For what IS this field

Without a flower such as me