Listen,
hear it,
softly whispered in the wind.
Taste it,
feel it,
let it flow through your limbs.
Question it,
answer it,
find where it's from.
Search,
discover,
the cry coming from within.
Th wolf howls at the moonlit sky,
breaking your heart,
making you cry.
Your soul whispers to your heart,
'Be still, I'm here,
right by your side.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Spiritual and sensual. Very accomplished. Jon x