Wild Beauty

Wild beauty Light, filtered through wild racing clouds, Touches the surfaces of the heathered moors. A living glowing curve and sweep, Giving soft edges their meaning. Moving them magically to the eye, Like gowns of ancient beauty. This is where the wild things dwell Deep within, so Deep within. That's where you will find me. Deep within, where the wild things dwell. That light of yours touches my surfaces. And gives meaning to all those soft edges. The curve and sweep of you through me, In patterns of heartfelt beauty. This is how the wild things dwell, Deep within, so deep within. The wild things dwell for you. In every wild new day.