Did you know that wolves mate for life?
The Lone Wolf’s Cry
by
Was it a narcissistic enterprise
that was my endeavor
to find the you in me?
I look at you now—
your face strained
from too much others
Softened
And, I know
I know that feeling you have
half closed
inside of you longing
yet, standing in its loneness
like a wolf crying out in the wild
for it’s mate
long gone
yet, remembered
with no place in memory.
Just a seed of thought
unsprouted
whole
unjoined.
That Lone Wolf call
you recognized in me
is it a good thing?
A dream?
And is it better left in dream?
I stand alone
unseen
I touch an unentered space
and turn back
facing the entryway
facing the past
Known
Unknown
Where does it lead?
On top of this ridge I’ve chosen
I look down
Across
Out
Behind me
Openness in front of me.
Those others
who never hear the lone wolf’s cry
longing to dance in moonlight
they too are unique--
no two flowers alike
even the petals different;
Yet, the lone wolf cries.
Those who hear the lone wolf cry
they can know me
all others are my enemy.
This thread of dream
babbles in streams
of winter waters
making their way
across the rocks
where the lone wolf drinks
in sadness.
What is the sound the lone wolf hears?
The sound that others fear
crying out at the moon,
what is the sound it hears.
Tell me, do you hear it too?
Or, do you understand his cry?
In hunger
he strikes
to fill his belly
and in solitude, he cries out
at the beauty
of moon.
His sorrow so deep
he can do nothing
but howl to
the silent moon
reflecting
in his memory, the moan
of love’s song.
His last moan
trembles out
to leave this world
of hunter and hunted
for some far shore
comfortable, warm,
called Home.
©Roseroberta Pauling (11/19/06)
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