In Praise of Young Women

What is it a young woman
To be in her
a young woman
to be part of her sighs?

Some have eyes of diamonds
And some songs of earth
That to be in her
Is to see jewels in rivers
Is to be in her
when the wind passes
through the trees
in rush time
to sing songs of glory
with no words
to leave behind
to a young woman
to be in
without words
Arms clutched in tight thoughts
To be in her always
Again
To be singing
To be again
And it is always in her
I am in touch with life.