An elegant slender umber lady,
docks along the banks;
as we talk,
I gaze into those alluring cocoa eyes.
I, a white wolf, belong to the earth,
and she, a lotus, the river,
floating down with the current.
I stand along the red banks,
mourning my youth,
and watch her navigate the rushing waters of life,
wrapped in cold rain and an imperceptible want.
Drops of water splash up,
Dampen my face
As my bare feet strike the surface of the river
Heel first. Followed by the front pad
Bending
My toes thrust
Bearing me a little further
Down the cold river
As I match to the ocean.
It’s said
My arrogant faith carries me
Across these cold rushing waters of life,
But honestly,
The thought of drowning with each step
Keeps me above;
For I can’t swim.
some where
distant
within the night sky
descends
a spoken silence
broken up into colors
her eyes speak
shining
over the water
as the wind whispers secrets
through the leaves.
I lie awake
gazing through the window
at the sky filled with moon.
and setting sun,
who’s light
surrounds me.
and consumes me in passion,
as her eyes touch mine.
Looking at the stars
I can only dream.
Those eyes guide me to her soul,
And universe
But her mouth.
Twitches
And my world shakes.
Loneliness,
sometimes finds me,
wraps it’s arms around me,
and tries to drag me into the darkness.
Depression
sometimes haunts me
late in the night
as I try to sleep.
It sweeps under my soul,
trying to pull me down.
So I go back home to the mountains,
to hang with the pack,
And run through the woods.
howling with my friends at the trees:
cause the mountains and trees
are really good listeners.
Smyon-Pa 