we dance through fields
of wildflowers
golden hair
eolian hair
hangs loose and free
and dances with us
and with the wind....
the spring time petals
from the trees
are freed
by Zephyr's gentle touch
and dance the breeze
with butterflies
'neath Sapphire skyes
where Dragon eyes
gaze deeply into
Sapphire flame
a flaming soul
a fire that burns
a freedom singing
raging yearning
for nothing
but to simply be
(unless perhaps
to be with me)