To Ride with the Wild Ones

Oh, to ride the WIND with the WILD ones…

but they will never ask me

and I would not really go

for the wilderness they choose

does not wake my gypsy hunger—

I would choose to follow a northern gale

To find a dragon lair.

But dragons do not tempt

The WILD ones on the WIND.

They dare to track the bucking bronc

Or bull, or fly the many known terrors;

While I, with my WILD heart,

would rise on the WIND

astride a dragon, fierce and mighty—

Too quick for lasso, too brief for saddle,

Unknown, untamed—too WILD,

even for those who ride the WIND.

Still, I will not ever go,

Will not ever challenge the sky

Upon the mysterious and fabled reality,

No, I will merely stand and watch

As the WILD ones on the WIND split the air

With the fever of their leaving.