wild child full of grace

she shakes and shivers the cold breeze slings its arms around her soul and her breathe is silver like smoke of a holy fire.

wild child full of grace

she rests, like a child, fetal position, sun shining on her dried face. once she was a searcher, a warrior but that is not anymore.

wild child full of grace

slowly dancing along the thin red line between dark and light. release what is not free in me, move what is stagnated, rusty, unflexible.

wild child full of grace

like a butterfly she escapes the cold, comes into the sun, dries and unfolds her wings, one split of a second here the next she is already there, sometimes resting on a flower, admiring the beauty, inhaling the sacred smell, touching, caressing, tenderly kissing the leaves and leaves. leaves to another place, in her own pace, you cannot tame what is not wild, you cannot tame what is so fragile, butterfly just evaporates into the eternity of circulating life, ceasing, ressurrecting, being, leaving.....wild child full of grace is graceful for life, wild child full of grace has so much grace to give, overflowing with love for you, for the whole madow,

wild child full of grace

let me be your lover world, let me be your lover.

i don't want to be
disconnected
i risk the pain
the hatred
the disappointment
the grief
the wounds
the tears
i risk the joy
the bliss
the true love in the moment
the hapiness
the satisfaction
the success

of a wild child full of grace
of a lover
who loves this world
with all devotion
that you said

i was missing......