by Dawn Buck

Created on: July 12, 2008

Wilderness

I wish I were the wilderness,
A wild and fierce and lonely land.
For then I'd know what's in your heart,
And I would take you by the hand.

I'd wake the brisk October wind,
And lead you to a mountain stream.
I'd share the quiet of your mind,
And wake in you a brand new dream.

For there is a part of you I'll never have,
Or ever really understand.
But to be the waters you're fishing in,
Or the beauty of the open land.

I wish I were a mountainside,
A high-up, far off windy place.
For I'd see the happiness in your eyes,
I'd see the wonder on your face.

I'd take you where the eagles fly,
Towards the east and the rising sun.
Where pine and oak trees fill the sky,
And beneath them stony rivers run.

There's a valley, a hill past my windowsill,
That'll move you more than I ever will.
A forest, a glen just around the bend,
That will fill you more than I ever can.

If I could just experience,
All these feelings you possess.
I'd be the place your heart calls home,
I wish I were your wilderness.

For Dave-October 1985

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