Wild Hairs

Do you remember you are wild?

Wayward and cunning, 

lusting for adventure...

You need to let the sun in.

Throw open the window,

the breeze beckons with allure.

You are indeed a wanton, 

that smirk says you are always sure.

There is no mirror where you are going.

You need not tame the curls, 

let them blow long and tangle wildly, 

continue running, unconcerned. 

I know that you can feel it,

in fact you pine for all that pain.

Do you curse the stones beneath your feet?

Or know with every step you gain

that Distance

and Perspective

and a glimmer more of Memory

of that forgotten and keen girl

that you my darling were wont to be.