she climbs the mountains as if she slept atop them every night
she drinks the sun from her teacup and bathes with the clouds every afternoon
She picks the stars as if they were fresh ripe apples
And the moon sends her to slumber when she needs rest
She that I long to be
Apart from the crowd
And sleep with the wolves everynight
She that I want to be
Wakes up to the sunrise across my skin
And eagles to accompany my breakfast