WHY?

WHY? 04/19/2020

Why do you come here?

How did I become a stop..

on your journey?

I am but a fantasy..

the tickle in your stomach..

I am the drop of untasted glory..

your dream come true.

But not..

I am the wayward siren,

calling you..

the long low lonely howl of the wolf in winter..

Seeking his mate lost in the wilderness.

And still..you seek..

while the wolf bays at the moon..

a keen of pain so soft in his call that many miss it..

and keep hunting.

Will you land the ghost in winter?

The snow flakes fall large and heavy.. teardrops of cold remorse,

Hiding the call from a long, long past..

An ago so far behind that your memory fogs it in a cocoon of remembrance hoping in a rebirth of..

Pain!

The yang to your yin..

We search and we find,

We find and remember,

We remember..the good,

Rebirth in ecstasy and pain..

The wonder of snow is a beautiful lover,

the prints of the wolf on virgin snow like the memory of moments walking through your soul and the only regret is the lack of time which you would not trade for all the riches of the world when you are beyond temptation!