My heart must be a mirror of the earth, For when I see a rose one grows inside And gazing round at springtime’s spreading birth My heart bursts with broad fields and steep hillsides.
I see a fingerprint of god against the dusty plains. I see an X-ray showing me both death and glowing life. I see bars, but underneath a thing that won’t be caged.
I woke upon some hunter’s wall and could not feel my limbs at all; my body gone, in fear, I screamed but, thank the stars, it was a dream. Rejoicing; in my life, I thrilled;
