I’ve posted this before but it seemed to go well with Firestorm which was written last night.
I feel wild tonight.
I want to do the wild and terrible things
My own heart of darkness prompts.
I want to fly with the owls in the night sky,
Feel the rush of air, the cold dip and rise of flight,
Losing myself above rivers and fields
Lost in darkness below me.
I want to run with the Wild Hunt,
At the head of the hounds and with the deer.
I want to swim in dark waters that have depths
I can never reach but can die trying.
I want to spin with the autumn gales,
Blown like a leaf to God knows where.
I want to lie on the cold ground
And hear the heartbeat of the earth.
I want to leave my body behind
That hampers me, and the face I wear.
I want to be the stranger
Whom no one knows and everyone wants.
I want peace from the storm that rages inside me,
The tempest and the idiot told tale
That drives me.