A storyteller

I stand alone, under the full winter moon, and gaze at it. The wolf's soul sleeping deep inside my human soul wakes up and watches with an unspeakable longing. I want to howl.
A weaver I am of stories, untold and long forgotten ones. A keeper of legends and myths , born of the truths absolute and so old. I gather moonbeams and sunshines, in the plains, the forest, the farms, the markets , the seas, the shores and everywhere. And put them on the loom of my imaginations and feelings, to weave a gossamer of your sweat and labour. Spun to fill the silence of this universe with the music of humanity, your joys and sorrows..
i paint tales of friendships, sacrifice and betrayals. Lands and fables where even beasts are brothers and trees whisper songs unsung ever from a mortal lip in the ears of air. To carry unto eons and generations the dance of life in all its majesty and cruelty alike.
Aye my friend! I sow my heart in the fields of your hearts and lives and reap the dreams, happy and dark alike. I prepare a flour of words, spoken, unspoken and unheard. Sift them and with waters of your tears and laughter knead them. To finally make a bread of a poem or a story that feeds the sap of your existences. and nourishes your soul to give the nature its due for everything you owe to her.
Come , sit here on this rock and let me tell you of a land where fairies played with butterflies.

A wish

Eh my beloved!
Sometimes I wish that both of us were wolves,ou and I. I a lone wolf and you, my only mate.Wolves have only one mate for the whole life, just a tidbit for u.I want to look in your huntress eyes, stand next to you. I want to run through the jungle, with wind in myhead and sand at my feet.My lungs burning from the chase and ur smell all around me.
I want to hunt for you and with you, share the skill and kill. Take morsels of life with my life herself with me.Play with you in the rivers, nibble you all over sinking myself in you with my teeth. I wanna stand in the rains with you under this blue tent of the sky and these green shades of the trees, dripping with melting clouds all over us. Want to howl the songs of our love, in the full moon nights of autumn, from the cliff. Roam in the virgin snow, crushing it under us to find a warm shelter for the harsh and lonely winters. And then love you with all the wild passion,animal instincts and hungry eyes only a wolf can combine into. Drown myself in you and become one.

Sometime later , in the early mornings of the springtime, i wanna lie just lazying in the sun on a rock. Looking over and keeping the guard and my gaze on you.A half shy-half proud,young mother. Playing with Our kids. Little images, our love and trust and something more all in your flesh and blood. Jumping, yelping, fighting with joy,irritating you. And that mock anger on your face, underneath full of pride and affection and unconditional love.For in each of them, you see mine, and they are parts of me looking at you. with their little eyes.

We, the partners in this game of life for ever and the best friend to each other, we shall ever find again.
Yeah my love! I do wish for it all.