Aurora,

During that merciful and whimsical age,
When we are yet unaware of our mortality

Literally tasting the world and sampling the exquisite variety,
Caring and reaching deep enough to inspire reciprocation

While still able to consciously and humbly receive as the heart was truly created to receive
...without any notion or idea of constraint

And of course, we hadn't learned to be hard yet...for that type of growth requires time and feeling

...the type of passionately burning emotion that has the power to destroy and rebuild

Wielded unmasterfully, by an apprentice to this world.

I was wild once,

When the world was mine.

But, along the way...

Fear began to grow and I became who I've become.

For a while different potions tamed The Wild well...

Yet masking appearance does not heal the deepest wounds.

But, once the haze was lifted...and the spirit was freed to soar,

Enlightenment filled the darkness, and the wild was free once more.

Oh you know
the breeze,
like a ripple across the pond.

Blowing softly through your hair,
Following and chasing.

Pursuing yet never pressing,
Honest and pure like two swans making love on the misty lake in the morning.

Time, oh yes even time slowed and crawled.
Days, seemingly filled with more passion and magic than years.

And together, Us loving and glowing...
Growing and dreaming...
Laughing and breathing...

That was truth and life,
in its most honest and humble form.

Yes, the closest thing I've ever known to paradise was within reach,
when I was within reach of you.