Warm hands, little feet
Pitter patter you go, to an unheard beat.
Fading smile as we cross in the street
I stare at your silhouette, wondering if we ever shall meet.
You dance to a rhythm no one can understand
trailing the souls of men bound by desire in your hands.
Do you notice me or am I just another tree
as you journey through life wild and free
Raging against the chains society has tried to bind you with
You are a wandering spirit, unfettered , a beautiful myth.