There, a startled deer
Bounds across meadows, fearing
I'll hunt or lure it.
But my dreams of it are kind;
Resting my hands in its pelt...
I grow hooves and horns,
prancing through the deep forest
with my doe-eyed love.
Who wins? Who loves? Who loses?
Does she lead me, or I her?
There, in deep places,
We join in an ancient dance;
Desire drives out dread.
Later, from the forest edge;
See her wave and walk away.
I toss my antlers.
I too will forget my past,
await miracles.