You were woven into my dreams
       and still are
   the rain trickling down the windshield of the van
     and the grey light shining through the dream-catcher.


         ...     ...     ...


        I couldn't determine
    your true wants and needs
   so I thought best to give you
     what I felt in my dreams.

Passing fermented elixir
eyes lit with understanding
and sharp with interest,
the friends exchanged conversation
beating to the rhythm of their hearts.
Candle glow danced on their faces

Under the infinite zenith they
Whispered sweet aphorisms into each other’s ears
sprinkling giggles across the otherwise sleepy silence.
Voracious lips rode the edge of continence
causing delicate beads of sweat to coruscate
in the glow of the stars.

Melancholy monologue of times long gone
Promises of won’t be long
Dark fluffs swollen with imminent rain fall
brushing delicate fingers through grass
tickling out whispers of I miss you and please come back

You were my mate
Running through the wild with me
Like two wolves eternally bonded.
Every time there was a rift between us
I trusted you to come back
And you always did
But this time is different.
This time I am calling across the valley for you
But there is no sound coming back
Not even the echo of my own longing cries
Only a despairing silence that rings my ears
And a frigid wind that blows through my heart
I keep thinking you will come through the trees,
To lean against me once more
Every crack of a twig I turn in hopeful anticipation
Only to see my shadow
without yours by its side.

Tears that fall
tend to the past that lies below
What used to be corrosive weight
is now nutrients
providing energy
to my blooming soul
The fire that used to burn bridges
cleared the way for new growth
There is no shield over my heart
my heart has become my shield
and the sword that I wield
as I ride toward the great eastern sun.

I was left to re-evaluate
the perception of what I mean to you,
That you can read, understand
      and honor my soul
yielding intuition of what we’ve been through.
The energy of my being transmitted momentum to yours
       Yet I speculate that you felt the same..
Would you come if you heard my heart howl to yours,
Or would you somehow lose track of my name?

Consumed by the wild,
it is easy to feel lonely
and completely vulnerable
An entirely new set of threats await
except one that followed:
your mind.
wrested from the intoxicating distracting buzz of civilization
The psyche is forced deep into the landscape
Truth beckons from the shadows with yearning wolf eyes
Intuition coiled
ready
to spring forth and devour the heart of misconceptions.