When I looked into her eyes
I saw a girl born in a raging fire.
When I saw through the lies--
I could tell she was no liar.
She was born with teenage angst and a great strength
She was born amongst the wild ones
The nomads, the travellers
Who walked through many lengths.
She was brought into this world by embers
The bark of the trees made her bones
The leaves curved around to make her muscles.
The clouds made her hair--
She was brought to life by the air.
She floated around so passionately
And she kissed the flowers so gently
She made the sun look dull and dim
She was the object of my whim.
Object she may have been,
But objectified she was not.
For she was much too beautiful to use and throw away
Unlike the rest of the lot.
I dare to say she was the girl of my dreams--
She was the girl who dared to dream.
The wind whispers her name
As the days go by at my cost.
She is the only one I remember.
She is my Love, Lost.
