I run wild through the forest,
Wild like the ribbon forgotten-
from the tail of a kite.
I sail wild like a creature born to run-
over the forest floor,
A wolf among sheep.
I can not keep still.
I must roam to feel the wind
upon the flesh of my being.
The untimely innocence- chases me,
Through a burning flame of desire.
Desire to be WILD- flying in the breeze,
Never Seen. Only Heard, only Known.