A Poem by Joshua Stelling
To me she is the Earth
And like the Earth
She has a broken heart
Unaware sometimes of dawn
Rolling hills and stones like tears or crows
With eyes that show
Epochal sadness washed in oceans
Though time is a jewel
In the valley of her collar
And her skin not like ink, or snow
Like soil
Life is the fool
In her cradle at dawn
There is power in her wisdom
Of endurance she does not know
Like a fawn knows nothing of grace
In the mirror of stars she sees her eyes
Like a bear child plays in constellations
In darkness wrapped, in darkness veiled
The soul of the Earth
Is a lovelorn child
Eternal in rebirth
Like stones can never die
And trees that only rise
The soul of the Earth
Is a ball of fire
And in her eyes the stars find solace
Knowing they have purpose
If only in her dreams
A mare in the night
Without saddle
This girl will always be
In rain
Over sand
Her humble mountain is a
Hand to cup the dawn
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