The constellation of Orion glimmers in the distance, as it hangs beside a full winter’s moon. The wind bitterly whips its frozen lash, a gentle reminder that the Sun won’t be rising any time soon.

Only the lost and the hungry wander this night, those that seek what they cannot find. Even the most solitary of creatures long for the company of their own kind.

Wild eyes shine through where the shadows reside, a lone black wolf is roaming free amidst the darkness outside. A living, breathing piece of an untamed history. Battle tested but long since rested, clouded and shrouded in mystery.

Pay close attention to his paw prints glistening softly in the snow. They’re pointing the direction to a life much different from the one you’ve come to know. Travel back to a time when wild was all there was to be. Remove the disguise from those beautiful eyes and he will change the very world that you see.

I’m slowly building a world from the images of you in my dreams.

Air composed of music, so I can continually breathe your sound. ***** hands and knees from planting trees amid your footprints on the ground. For wherever you walk, growing beauty is left behind. You are the purest form of artist I have ever come to find. I recite poetry in my sleep and wake only to realize; it is for you I sew these threads, hand sewn seams stitched to stand the test of time.