When the wind she runs her fingers through it.
And makes it dance like autumn flames.
Or when it spills down from whence it’s wrapped.
Charging free that fiery mane.

Like wild abandon rusted free.
Or bonfire smoke curling round a tree.
It makes its escape, it knows no bounds.
Like ruby diamonds or sunrise clouds.

When a glimpse I catch, of those molten beams.
Mine eyes are seared and unleashed my dreams.
For wanting has ceased and begin has come.
And I can hush the minuets and bade time undone.