Like the wind, you came into view,
As the morning sun rose in the sky
You stopped under the oak tree,
And looked me in the eye.

So wild and free you were,
So mighty and so proud.
You stirred the dust as you ran,
It was as a red cloud.

I wanted so, to touch you.
To whisper words in your ear,
But you were not to be tamed
You were as the wild frontier.

You stared a minute more
Before you turned to flee.
I'll always remember
Your beautiful eyes, staring at me.

Melva
2006 February 14

Psalm 30: 12

To the end that my glory may sing
praise to thee, and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks
unto thee for ever.