Come with me

Come with me will you
To a place where so few
Eyes could have spotted
her beautiful form
Where she just set the scene
And was her own storm

A magickal soul
Who just did belong
Who could run with the wind
Both virile and strong

Bang in the middle of a field
She will be
There in the glare
looking at me

Then in a moment
Out of my sight
But the fact that I saw her
She Owned the light

I am in awe of her
That wildness beyond
My glorious gaze
and our intrepid bond

A Hare
Unprompted and of course unsought
Delighted to romp
In the moonlight of thought
In the truest persuasion
That ever there has been

A beautiful form
That set her own scene.

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