When the wind blew hollow
with a warning of impending guile,
and the sea was teeming
with the hue of a seeming wile,
I took asylum in the wild
ever following the wending clew,
tracing all the way from wild
to the mildly dreaming morning dew.
To desire like a child,
all the simple desperation of a screaming fire,
is the only song I know
in the key of your beaming smile.
When your gaze rose higher
to a view of demurring skies,
as they paled, feeling envy
at the style of your wooing eyes,
subtle teasing of the wild
and the heavens seem rather tame,
hardly pleasing as the wild
only yours are worthy of that claim.
Like the singing of a choir,
hallowed lyric worth defending with the fiercest pride,
bending knee, chorus bringing,
rise again with ev’ry new reprise.
When the dawn comes calling
and the stars are humming low,
and the wish I was dreaming
runs away like a melting snow,
cloak my spirit in the wild
an allure lighter than the breeze,
soak my body in the wild
an azure deeper than the seas,
beauty wilder than the flames
dancing hot upon the brazier of my secret name.
Just to see them as they wake,
is the wildest of the wishes I could ever make,
but till then I will watch them
soft at rest like a moonlit glow.