Oh what a wonderful feeling to be the wild thing of the woods….. yes.
“O, like a queen’s her happy tread ,
And like a queen’s her golden head!
But O, at last, when all is said ,
Her woman’s heart for me!
We wandered where the river gleamed
‘Neath oaks that mused and pines that dreamed.
A wild thing of the woods she seemed,
So proud, and pure, and free!
All heaven drew nigh to hear her sing,
When from her lips her soul took wing;
The oaks forgot their pondering,
The pines their reverie.
And O, her happy, queenly tread,
And, O her queenly golden head!
But O, her heart, when al is said,
Her woman’s heart for me! “
“Song” by William Watson
My mix on crossfader inspired by this Poem. https://www.crossfader.fm/mixes/so-proud-and-pure-and-free-thank-you-and-your-welcome-np/
“My mind lyrically writing the movements of my breath.
Noticing the unseen to the unaware.
Feeling the need to pen each and every scene which flashes through my mind.
Knowing, I am almost near “thee”.
“There” is the spot I feel
Pulling me near
Seeing the vision intended for truly only one, which is me
Beauty gnaws at me
For what I see
For what is this intended for, shouldn’t
All beauty radiate into the very matter of our core.
Filling the empty space within our breath.
We who share this very unworldly air.
Emerging with any and all who feel upon with knowing.
This might just be worth showing.
Right where it sleeps.
Through the shattered and hidden place of me.
Showing all the folds of me.
The pain of the void in which we see.
It touches the most inner part of me
Dark and twisting it rests
Waiting to be seen.
Light causes such unraveling.
Release of our breath.
Pens the most beautiful dark depths of me
Sending you on a journey through my memories
Pulling and molding the essence of you through me
Waiting to yield the most tender of thee
Sharing the story of which we, “My Love”
Are meant to be
Flowing forever endlessly
Creating thee story in which maybe, just maybe
Others may see, just how sweet a pure Love can be
Freshly levitating to the eye of me
Allowing you to see all that could be
Some may call Destiny
But this is just the most inner part of me
Releasing not only one
But so much more of me
Waiting for your breath
To be penned within the beauty of me
Holding an abundance of acceptance of Thee
For my Trust
You Did see
Allowing to be created
All I see.
The Love that lives in me.”