Wild Stallion

Silk lay hanged on wheat fields 
She stood captivating with dancing in the wind 
The sun out, the calm winds  
Blows to give flight 


Silk delicately lay hang on leaves   
Such grace, she holds, she bares 
This thus gives it, its beauty  
A beauty adored, only of her kind 


Through the windows of my eyes 
I see such beauty, vulnerability 
She sits like a fairy creature 
Blows happiness in the air, with dance
Delicately expressed like the butterfly wings


And I yearn to have presence in here realm
She holds purity, she holds love
The winds are perfect in her world
I hope I guard her sanctity 
It is my wish to do so


I am sure, I am up to the task 
I itch to do so, with vigour 
Yet I fear I come with rougher winds
On the backs of wild stallions 


It threatens to blow her off her hang, 
Her utopia in paradise  
I hope I guard her sanctity
I fear I may bring her pain