You ever held a wild soul in your arms?
squirms and moves like it needs to be free
Stays put for a moment, just to see what it feels like
Wild soul gravitates towards something on the outside; a whole other solar/soular system
Wild soul can’t stay, only for the day
Sun calms moon sways
Climb and sing and run, burst through the trees, ride the wind on that girl’s hair
Rip through the thorough thoughts of simpleton’s minds
Invigorate and agitate then seep through porous contention walls
They act like a funnel and centrifuge… you never know if they really feel at home anywhere, with anyone.
Never know if they ever really make contact or even feel the depth
Even so, they might be that way because they feel it even more
So choose a star and hurl yourself towards it
Choose a wave and ravage it
Choose a lover and strip him
Beg your soul free-love-creation like on enchanting nights of whimsical sanctuary
Beg to be yourself through and through
Hope to be loved for yourself, through and through
Hush, the willow, hush the cricket
Soul is a sleepin’ tonight, off to the place of life drawing boards; the staging area for things to come
You’ll know him when the sparkle in his eye calls to you
You’ll know her from the twirls in her skirt
You’ll see them ripping through galaxies and exciting lady bugs at picnics.
So good night, sleep light and shed the spell of slumber on pillows and noses.