Nightwalker (Wolf)
Tucked in the silence ‘neath the moon’s sullen stare
Skirting denials of the men unaware
Quickly embark to a deepest, hid place
Known by the traveler present time won’t embrace
Passing gardens of Eden and trees to the sky
The world fills with beauty through an innocent eye
Dart like a current by the thickets and brush
Listening to winds in the soft evening’s hush
Mingle with angels in the race against death
Here lies the path where the shadow finds breath
Copyright SGW 2010
