With tumulous hair
liked to waves of the dark forboding sea
her eyes doth stare out,
then turn to look at me
Peircing and wild
Distant as the moon
I cannot to dare to touch this unearthly child
She is young and full
of a life I cannot hold
as endearing as painful
She races in the feilds with head high
her legs long and nimble
her arms grabbing the sky
Yet she can be calm reflective and serene
with a troubled brow and sweep of her hand
the curls softly tousle like a sleepy stream
I long to capture her close
to lock her away
yet I cannot
Wild she will stay.
*cover art curtosy of deviantart*
http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/167/2/0/204b067aa2a61646adbcdab33d32c1d8-d3j1n6l.jpg
