Love Lives Here?

I am from the lazy summer days,

Cows grazing in pastures, 

Gentle breezes whispering tales of faraway lands.

I am from rows of endless golden corn,

Swaying as if partaking in a tender dance,

Holding the deer and rabbits in their midst.

I am from stars and moonlight, 

Who bear witness to midnight hunts and explorations. 

I am from endless open skies

That envelop me in their warm embrace. 

I am from a cold house,

That throws me to the heavens.

I am from running. 

I am from endless, searing summer days

Working the fields

until my hands stain the parched soil red.

I am from cows grazing in pastures, 

A higher power dictating when they will die.

I am from endless golden corn,

Swaying as though desperate to escape,

Hiding me away in their midst. 

I am from stars and moonlight,

Who bear witness to angry hands

 and slurred voices. 

I am from endless skies,

That suffocate me

With their constant presence of knowing,

But never telling.  

I am the deer. 

I am the deer who runs.

I am the rabbit who hides. 

I am the sparrow,

Who tries to fly

with shattered wings,

Whom the streams wash away 

The blood and screams

Of the bird still caged in the cold house.