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I fed the wolf my beating heart

And each throb was his last,

And he was mine and I was his

Since first the die was cast~



And with each tender, crimson gnaw

He of my heart, And I, his paw

We fell into the driving snow

And stayed as one within the thaw~



And when we dissolved and became the river,

Drifting now and then, forever

I wore his pelt as a living cloak

As he took my arms about his throat~



He of gray and I, of flame

We’ve become the others name

Rising finally from ash and bone

Two breaths becoming one alone~



Two souls thrive, my wolf and i

In one element, two survive

Two songs that are sung by one

To consecrate what we’ve become~





**Author's Note**







My wolf here could be translated as a familiar, a totem, a spirit guide…. he is many things because in the grand scheme of things, to me, he represents the magic of ‘becoming’. I used the snow, the thawing and then the ultimate flowing of these into the river, as symbolism for the blood that flows through our veins…..thus the coming together of elements to become one.



Some folks read me and think I’m all about the mystical- I think I’m more about the experience. We humans carry with us many thoughts, beliefs, languages, skin colours… but beneath all the trappings that our current vessels hold, we’re very much the same…. We come from the same cell, the same drop of blood, the same roots from the same tree. And isn’t that the true miracle?



I love the rhythm of language- and so I wanted this piece to become a dance for the reader. A dance… a spell… a prayer.



as always.... thank you for reading...





Lily

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NellMorgan
16:06 Apr 29 2013

Very cool.

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captainglobehead
20:32 Apr 29 2013

That really was magical. Thank you.

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ScheayaRaven
02:18 Jun 16 2013

So beautiful...the wolf being one of my life journey totems.

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markus666
17:02 Sep 07 2013

Wow...Thanks for sending my mind into exotic places within your poetry.

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I am not one with you-



You are the sun while

I’m in your shadow,



the dust motes that dance riot

in the light round your shoulders,



the crumbled leaves

that blow hollow through your halo,



the water

that slices your wings-



no more than another face

bare with the desire at wanting you-



and if I should hide that face

within my hands-



so as not to watch you pass by,

pass over me like a squall



as i hover in your wake...

I’ll just be a rain cloud.



A torrent for you-

a storm waiting to break.

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ThothLestat
16:16 Apr 26 2013

*likes*

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NellMorgan
17:09 Apr 26 2013

Love this :)

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captainglobehead
21:22 Apr 26 2013

"You are a magnet

I am your refrigerator"

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dabbler
00:03 Apr 27 2013

poetry is written on a canvas of silence, and you demonstrate that well here.

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**i love this piece by a close friend of mine so i'm posting it here**





Come welcome this day, we'll watch the trees as they sway

In a fleeting winters breeze that makes it's way,onward and upward and into the clouds and away



Good morning dear soul, beg your pardon I say

Such a lovely red lass, with such curves if I may



Touch them and feel them and admire you whole

We can watch the trees and welcome the day

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MidnightDesires
16:59 Apr 01 2013

this is wonderful, thank you for sharing : )

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