Letting go of fear

tearing through the fields running to the shade
running through the blades of grass standing waist high
looking for the keys looking for my home
never looking back, never slowing down  
 
then close by the river where the good heart is found
I knew it when i felt it like a rainbow in the sky
as if it was my white dove, I called it my own
something like a true love, but without a shape or form
 
a secret kind of freedom waiting below the water
and i can bend down and touch her this reflection of myself
and feel her fluid ways that never run or scorn
I never could have known how very close she stays  
 
standing strong and patient the eternal part of things