The White Stag

You are like that shy white deer that I can't help tracking.

When we were together last night it was like a hurricane in my soul. There was nothing to hang on to. Nothing could stand up to those winds. There was nothing to do but just let go and let your presence toss me around like a twig in the gale winds.

Now the storm is gone. You are safely tucked away someplace else. And I can't help following you. Lately, as we have found time to get close, I have felt the light of your soul a little more deeply. I feel you sewing the wings onto my back. I will soon be flying in those winds.

I will follow you. You are my dream. You are my rainbow.