A Letter From the Wildthing
The Song
I am not something you can hold
I am far from any means of understanding
My kisses are rarely physical...
But blessings wept from endeared knowledge
...I am not bitter like the many sands
I am not unforgiving, like untracked lands
...I am a dance with no rythmic master
I am the secret with no keeper
...I am a whisper soon forgotten
I may not slip through fingers like water
Because I can not be held in a single hand
I am not something you may keep
So far from age and man's withered bones
My love - ha! It is no thing to earn,
A gift some recieve, but none deserve!
Nay, no pretty picture that film can capture
Nor am I perfection that paint may present
I am only one sip of the perfect wine
Shh, it's only a hint of great pleasure
Ha! I am a tease who never torments
Unfinished! I am an untame thing; Wild! Free!
Oh, relation - ember on the end of a dying wick
...if you try and take me you'll never get a bit.
-Giddy Madness