I have captured the beauty of the sun,
But you do not look.
Here in my heart lies the serenity of heaven,
Yet you are so far away.
Lone bird. Circling through,
Stare into a blazing sky,
To catch a flash of dark.
Tied to this earth,
I am wrapped in flames of desire
For a touch that never happens.
Fights with the wind,
We swoop so low, and then...
You are the running deer between the trees,
Always out of reach.
And I can imagine the breeze rocking me down
As the leaves float down beneath.
And we are both under this eternal tree,
You, innocently asleep
Pluck green grass from out your hair,
Plaiting it through my own.