~The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drip in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind…~
You’ve no idea how hard I’ve looked for a gift to bring You. Nothing seemed right. What’s the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean. Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the Orient. It’s no good giving my heart and my soul because you already have these. So, I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
Wild is the woman who rides on the wind of her thoughts for a better life. Chased by a river of music, washed by a song of love, she shines in the light. Eagles will soar in the skies, as wolves will howl at the moon for woman’s journey. For she is the gypsy upon the mountain top in the story she will tell.