Wild Child

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

She stands upon the summit high,

Hands reach up to touch the sky;

The wind whips her long dark hair,

She reaches far, she doesn't care.

Her eyes dance to some hidden song,

Wild and free, yet she yearns to belong;

Her shift pressed taut to sun-kissed skin,

Ready and restless to begin.

Life continues in one long dance,

And she burns her candle to more enhance;

The bridges crossed are turned to dust,

She only knows that search, she must;

The souls she touches are fleeting things,

She doesn't know what heartache she brings;

A wild child, seeking to live life free,

Unsatisfied ever, with what she should be.

And time moves surely, but ever slow,

She's lost more love than she'll ever know;

Till time, at last, makes her feet go still,

And she finds herself back on her silent hill;

Arms reaching up, searching for a friend,

And there's no one left there in the end;

She never learned her life to share,

The silence is all that lingers there.