She Ran

She ran as fast she could,
The wind that blew fourth as it would
Would lead me to you,
Verses anew;
With the wind that takes charge
As if on queue.

Stranger's breath, stranger still
Enthralled in an instant
The stranger's will.
She ran, she ran to,
A day and anew
Show me mountains green
And show me oceans-a-blue
A dream upon a dream
A dream with you.

She ran and she ran
She ran to you
What beauty your namesake
This poem is dedicated to.