"Wild" I wrote,
in a line to another
but such a word
means the world when I wonder,
when I let my thoughts wander,
to a clearing in my mind,
where anyone might find
a field within a forest,
whose shady canopy provides,
an irresistible tug
like the moon's pull on the tides...

And I think of circles and spirals,
And rings and many things
Of sea-breezes and sun-showers,
Or circlets and wildflowers,
Of thoughts left unwritten,
And a smooth, grey kitten,
curled at the base of a tree...

And a cloak
And a dagger
And long flowing sleeves
And wide-eyed she smiled
While I wrote of "wild"...
And I sit in this place- in this world, where I wonder
Where I let my thoughts wander
And I ponder these things
And I miss you
I miss you
while I write
of things that are wild
in a line to another.