Life, scattered like
torn beads,
wildly rolls,
who knows where it heads to.
I wish to run
and pick up the beads,
but often, I am alone,
and fearsome like a doe.
Running headlong,
Like a lost child
to hold the security
who knows where it rushes.
I wish to string the days
like beads,
but how, when I am alone
and I shiver like a foe.
I hear your voice calling me
from the distance
The wood of fear disappears
I am the queen of wilderness.
Within the embrace of your eye
the beads roll down,
I dream there carelessly
I dream there carelessly