She is the wind
I cannot grasp
I feel her pass me by
She’s a star in mid-heaven
Beyond my lowly sky
Her mind is far too clever
Her nature cautious and clear
How can one catch a goat
When the goat will not move near?
She is the earth
I cannot consume
I feel her sift from my hands
She’s the mystery of the ocean
Beyond my rocky sands
Perhaps I am unworthy
Yes, perhaps this is true
What could she want with an old horse
When only a thoroughbred will do?
She is the fire
I cannot touch
I feel her softening light
She’s the beauty of a dream
Beyond my restless night
I remain yours,
Lesley
Hallelujah Heartist
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