“He was the myth slipped down through my dream
The promise of forever flowed true
The deer man who crossed through knots of time to find you
I imagined him often you know
As he entered my dream wearing nothing but his soul
He breathed mist into pine trees,
Made grass sway with a wave of his hand
Called his friends forward
To great her too, all fur, fang and flight
Shook the earth and my mind that night
I reached for his hand
As all his wildlings looked on
Tonight we would bind
Tomorrow we would run
I hope this will never end
I quietly whisper into the wind..
A hope a new legend will begin
Of the wild girl, and her deer man…”
Sasysquatchgirl 