Monday, February 15, 2010

Poem: Nightwalker (Wolf)

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

1 comment:

SandyCarlson said...

Where those shadows take life. There is a haunting unreality about this transformation that is hypnotizing.