There is a girl few talk to
Who drifts about like the wind.
If you let her pass from your glance,
You might never see her again.

She moves swiftly over miles
Out of darkness into light,
Down rails reigning in
Wild mustang trains
To evade the call of night

When she reaches the illumined shoreline
The fire within ablaze;
She waits for one to dive in alongside her
And
Finally
Meet her gaze.

— Word
5 July 2014