She was a match in the night-
Bright, brilliant, burning.
When the sun rose
She burned on and on and on
And then It came,
The cool, calming wind
That saved her from herself
Breathe, it told her,
Breathe into the dawn.
For it was not any one person
Or one single thing, that saved her:
Only the freedom
And the rush-
The promise of a Wild Life.