Traveling alone,
Down the forest path.
Fur rippling in the wind.

Putting my muzzle to the wind,
I can smell his scent.
The boy I followed.
The boy I saved.

Intrigued by his cobalt eyes,
His power to use his rifle.
I never knew such attraction,
Would be true.

Trusting my instincts..
To find him.
I howl to the sky.
Rippling the forest floor.

I will find him,
He must know..
That I was that girl.

That girl who watched him,
That girl who laughed at his jokes.
Im wolf,
*But also human..

in the trust on sports a breach
a void on the pitch
passes away a flower in full bloom

on the gentle game hangs a gloom.

not behind everything is my hand
not everything even I understand
I try to craft from chaos some order
leave some unfinished some on the border.

my home though cosmos I reside within
without being choosy about skin and sin
the good and the bad I have to take along
like I take in my stride all right and wrong.

if you have faith I make some sense
to the faithless I'm just nonsense
so made I'm no grudge can harbor
satan and angel find my favor.

I feel burdened when see the mankind
finding in everything my hidden hand
not realizing if only I had a magic wand
would have made this world an unblemished land.

poems flow like rivers in tide
when she’s by your side
and reclines a November afternoon
on the back of the crescent moon!

you tell her stories only for her made
as the birds their weary wings spread
when her face is west borrowed red
and you grab the last flickers before they fade!

you don’t talk of love but companionship
as night wears on and comes not sleep
the mangrove smells of long dead shells
with returning tide the river swells!

beside you walks a woman in your mist of tears
a face you hadn’t seen over all these years
she’s the woman you wonder if you ever knew
a companion a lover one dream forever new!

Behind your eyes, under your bed,
Outside of space, inside your head,
From one to a trillion, to A to Z,
Everything you fear, everything you dread.

My name is Unknown. Remember me?
Of course you don't. And neither does she.
Who's she, you ask? Well, that's my wife.
First name "Your", last name "Life".

What do I look like? I'm completely transparent.
You'll never see me, but I'm always apparent.
You should know, to be honest. You've met me the most.
What's with your face? Have you seen a ghost?

Probably.

Anyway.

Welcome to hell, Reader. Is it what you thought?
Didn't it tell you? That bible you bought?
No, it didn't. Because you're the first one here.
Now tell me, Reader. What do you fear?

Spiders? Fire? Your mother-in-law?
Heights? Flying? A dead body you saw?
I'll tell you mine. My fear is turning mad.
Which is why I'm always scared. And a little bit sad.

Since you're not answering me, Reader,
I'll tell you your fear.
You're scared of your leader.
You're scared of being here.

Bur you're here forever. Never alone.

With your god. Your life.  Your fear.

more rings added to it
must have grown in height
towering for skylight
the tree is there all right.

on its age worn bark
upon the darkened stem
my nails scrap and search
if is there her name.

I etched it within a heart
her name a small sweet word
times have drawn us apart
forgetting seems so hard.

knew would wither that moment
on the bark would remain my write
warm in its place permanent
reminiscing in the depth of night.

there’s no trace of that word
but in the languor of pain
forgetting seems so hard
this heart can’t weather her name.

slosh of oars
ripples the night
of tremulous moons

the nightjar soars
on silver light
a sad tune croons!

tides up swell
lap the wood
in ceaseless kiss

moon grows pale
in deep brood
of broken wish

the misty haze
spells the core
spins a dream

mind in daze
forgets shore
drifts upstream!