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SILENT DARK - QUIET COLD
In silent dark and quiet cold
Strength and Faith my heart does hold.
Enduring pain, embracing fear,
Though nights are long, Dark Wolf draws near.
I see his eyes when mine do close,
I feel his breath when comes the snows
I hear his cry to match my own
In time the Dark Wolf will be known.
I've given over all I must;
What once were dreams lie in the dust.
I've faced the trials, senses sure.
The test of Patience I endure
will end one day in his embrace.
I'll meet the Dark Wolf face to face.
The Dark Wolf and the Silver-Grey
Will be entwined through night and day.
Until that time by moon and star
I hold faith, be he near or far.
His path and mine are sure to meet;
The spiral path will be complete.
The Dark Wolf and the Silver-Grey
The price of destiny did pay.
In having paid the way is clear;
Not everwhens, but now, and here.
1996 (c)
In silent dark and quiet cold Celtwolf@aol.com
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HER WINTRY LAIR
The she-wolf bides in wintry lair.
Shook, then turned thrice, bedding there.
'Neath winter's mantled, magick light
she runs her dreams in icy night.
A dream so real she lived back then,
extracted from an everwhen
from times of darkness, fear and pain,
that place she dare not go again.
A kindred soul, twinned spirit spark
did find her heart and leave his mark.
Alas, the path they padded parted.
The she-wolf went on brokenhearted.
Never did she let it show.
Oh how it hurt to let him go.
But let him go she knew she must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
And he, that wolf attuned to running,
noble bearing, kind yet cunning,
ran blindly to another fate.
He thought he'd found the perfect mate.
The lone she-wolf did then proceed
to live and fight and hunt and feed
and try, she did, to love again
but naught was it to be her d'an.
At times, alone, she climbed the height
and far away, in darkest night
she fancied she could almost hear
the voice of he she'd once held dear.
At times, when he had had enough
he'd clamber up a rocky bluff
to howl his sorrow, bringing forth
deepfelt feelings pointing north.
Til one spring day he made his choice.
Sought her turf and belled his voice,
and lo ... his heart did leap to hear
her voice return. beloved and dear.
She heard his call, returned in kind.
A flood of feelings filled her mind
from times long passed, her heart soared high
winter melts 'neath new-sunned sky.
She woke, and stretched, and turned, and sighed.
Winter passed and spring arrived.
A spring with her true wolf-mate in it,
soul-twins dancing deft, infinite.
No other would she have beside her
No greater love could e'er abide her
No truer path could open before her
No voice but his could e'er implore her
So faith has proven feelings felt
Springs sun caused winter's ice to melt
now two wolves run towards summer's sun.
Two hearts apart now beat as one.
In perfect love and perfect trust
both follow where they know they must
The Forest Lord twists fate around.
Wolf-mates for life ... two hearts lost ... found.
Celtwolf (c) 199
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