Mystic

One breath can be felt for fifty miles,
Your soul as strong as it is.
There is something about you,
Something powerful and hungry,
Yet kind and fair with beauty
Unsurpassed by any in ages.

I wonder how I came to find you
Alone in a world at your fingers,
One so easily able to get anything
That your heart and soul desired.
Yet you sat alone with only your thoughts
Keeping you busy for suspected hours.

And it was a breath taking sight,
The way you scrunched your face
To shield your eyes from the light
And the way your body made the forest
So much more beautiful than Mother Earth meant
Just by your being there, alone.

Here I stood watching you as if a painting,
Unable to approach and meet this wonder
That I could not only see but feel
As your aura filled the air around us both.
I was like stone, a statue out of place,
Cutting into the scene of amazement here.

Some things I am not meant to know.
Who you are shall stay a mystery forever.
I watched you stand and leave, your flow
Cutting the forest air with waves of strength
That could never be contained; and I, I stood,
Let you go, afraid to follow, let you go.