All I’ve ever known
Was love with no beginning 
All I’ve ever known
Was love with no meaning 
All I’ve ever known 
Was love was forever leaving 

Oh where is my marigold?

Searching every crevice 
Climbing every mountain 
Before I knew it, I stood tall and thin
Drained of the hunt 
I rest my head on a trunk 
Vivid dreams brought me to your fields of elation 
Restless I press further
Deeper into the forest of reciprocity I head
My darkest days lay within this forest
Frigid and lost,
One loses faith in their compass

Oh where is my marigold?

Opening up to a meadow of brush
There was a sense of familiarity 
Grazing the top of the grass with my palms
Taking in the randomness of it all 
Studying the intricacies of the flora,
I lay my eyes upon that which I have walked miles for
Perched in a small mound of dirt 
The stem reaching towards the sun 
The marigold says,
”Oh, you have finally come.”

Oh, there is my marigold