A wild stallion
might love to run free in the pastures
loving the mares he finds
making love in the green springtime

that same stallion
might not love to be hitched to a chariot
running with the same mare
day after day on the cobbled street

it's not one mare or many
it's not the street or the pasture
it is the freedom to run wild
to love following the body and the heart

the free, wild soul

and I had that with you
and I loved you freely with passion
and now I have lost you
you wanted me as I wanted you

no more

I feel the loss
I feel the wild, free joy
I miss you
I am running across the open prairie

wild and free
thinking of you
even as I leave you behind
wild and free

with a living soul
is not simple
love is beautiful