Deep in the depths, of the woods near
by. Hear a pack of wolves as they cry.
Moon is full and bright. As one steps
from the shadows, he is of, a pure white.
Reflections, , , glisten, with the light,
shown in his eyes. Feelings of his soul,
become alive. Tonight he is wild, he
is free. As he runs, becoming one... with
the night airs breeze. The moment inhaled,
seized... As winds howl, and join forces,
with him. His hair bristles, at the sensations
under his skin. Dashing into the meadows, the
journey begins... He is filled with the might,
the power... Of the Spirit, that calls...Beating,
living, pounding, within...
WOW! This does justice to the wildness of creatures, the integrity of their instinctual lives, their need for a space free of humanity were they can fulfill their wild, purely natural destiny. A Muslim teacher told me once that animals are born perfect Muslims because they are always doing God's Will by living the existence He gave them. I had never considered that before, Your poem also opened my mind to the wonder of Animal Existence. (My canary likes this poem a lot. He said to me, Daniel, Rebecca thinks we're real! !)
The fascinating and mysterious call of the wild. Described with emotional and poetic perfection! The prefect rhythm heighten the action and the poem's intention. A beautiful gem to be reread and remembered.
Goodness! ! ! ! ! Sandra, Thank You So Much! ! ! ! ! Twice Blushed, You Are So Very Kind! ! ! ! ! And You Are Such, A Beautifully! ! ! ! ! , Strong! ! ! ! ! ! And Inspiring Poetess! ! ! ! ! I Look Forward To Reading, (Seeing Their True Shadows) . Very Much! ! ! ! ! Love The Title Alone Already! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again So Very Much! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This wonderful poem revolves around your key line, 'Hear a pack of wolves as they cry.'. An excellent composition....top score!