A Collection of Poems

Untitled Poem 11

Maybe someday I'll understand,

The prairie wind sways across the emerald-colored grass,

I see you over the hills in your pack,

Sturdy with your whiten tail and body of snow,

Eyes of Topaz,

My soul runs with you,

Free I am with you,

I am the white wolf,

Free from the burdens of the world,

A mythical creature of the wilderness,

I am not hunted for I am protected,

I walk down towards you, as you are not afraid,

I kneel before you as you do the same,

We think alike but in different realities we are,

I touch your soft white fur without fear,

White, the color of freedom that someday we'll merge,

Together as one once again,

Until then careful we must be,

Oh, how much it is to bear the pain,

I see his face looking down toward us,

I stand as you sit beside me,

An image of me as a whole,

A free lone wolf of the woods running ever so gracefully,

Maybe someday I'll be able to bond once again.