“Understand, I’ll slip quietly
away from the noisy crowd
when I see the pale
stars rising, blooming, over the oaks.
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
through the pale twilit meadows,
with only this one dream:
You come too.”
Give me the wind, the river, and trees
For with them I am most free
I long to flow with the autum air
To feel it on my skin…pulling my unbound hair
Give me the violence of a storm, physical release
Don’t deny me the hurricane, please?
Follow me down the path my love, but first
Press your lips to mine…quench my hungry thirst