Free 2.

I ran with him, into him and for him.

So bleak and so tortured was my ruined soul that day, 

Matched by the wildness in his eyes as we danced together on the cliffs of mystery.

I found fear and freedom there, undone and sewn up.

Surely the savageness of my existence had been hewn in that place.

I believe I would have tarried there for always, were it not,

For the ever ticking clock and the roar of justice burnt upon my lips.

Free.

He took hold of my soul that day with his dangerous, unbridled majesty.

                                     I knew then that I could give myself to no other.

                                       "You might well tame the ocean" she shouted,

                                                but I become wanton at your touch.