The Blood & The Bones

love the wild in me
before there is no stillness left

and I can no longer be caught
slowly becoming
more of this
and less of that
and I am so unsure
if a love exists
that craves
the river
in spite of the current

the palomino
that wants to roam
the wildflower
amongst the weeds
and the mountain
despite the stone

the blood
& the bones