Thursday, April 19, 2012

Wolf Poem. by Simyra Taback ©


Lone wolf upon the mountain,

Guardian of woodland mysteries.
The deep forest wanderer,
Glides among the silent trees.

The full moon awakes,
It appears in the cloudless sky.
The wolf song fills the night,
With his eerie cry.

Echoes in the valleys deep,
Vibrating the land with its sound.
It calls to others who walk the land,
You can feel their presence all around.

The grey shape before me,
His fur stirs under the night sky.
I see the beauty reflected in his glance,
The spirit of his wild ancestors can be seen in his eyes.

I got to see true wildness,
Like a midnight breeze he passes by.
The cry of the wolf is meant to be heard,
I'll be forever changed inside.

Tonight he walks the dark alone,
He lifts his voice once more.
Forever to echo from the wolf's heart,
The call of the wolves forevermore.


Poem by Simyra Taback