“Let Me Go” she cried.
And his fingertips slowly slip away…
The wild can not be caged.
The river flows.
The hawk soars the bright high thermals.
And Wildflowers bloom between the cracks.
“I love you like the earth loves the sun.” She whispers in the thin air.
Fading as the distance grows
And nights grow long, she goes.
“You said you were Anything” he cried out.
Shouting his pain, anger and rage
As she slipped away
To become the rain.