I saw you on the grassy moors
standing there as fresh as the north wind
goose bumps running down your back
You are nude and stretch as you are standing -
your arms an inch from your body -
hands fisted to keep them warm
You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen;
your childish impetus in the shape of womanly temperance
The smooth hills are dotted with tufts of straw
The low land winds ruffle the meres
I see the odd speck of orange - cloud berries I think
Now I come. To you.
