She (poem)

the tree that shelters
has long lost its roots
I imagine playing in her shadow,
cuddling in the grass
like a little child who longs for warmth

the hum of birds,
the murmur of fields,
all wait for me
as I sing my prayers

prayers to the one who created the earth
and the rhythm between the breaths

am I the one who lives in solitude,
that almost feels like peace?
where wanting grows tired
and desire learns to kneel

am I the prey of my thoughts
or am I the dead sea?

nothing I am,
if not loved by thee