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You got me where you wanted.

You had me from hello.

Your eyes haunt my sleep

Your voice a sweet seduction

I can't ignore.

Our time together seems so short

Your voice an echoing memory

Leaving me wanting more.

Promises lying like broken gems all around me.

I try to forget you,

To move on with my life.

But memories of you

Dance through my mind.

Each night my dreams are of you.

Holding me tight, whispering in my ear

Empty promises

Broken dreams.

But through it all one fact remains;

I am alone again

But I love you Still...



Wolf Nomad

Do not mourn for me,



I have not left you alone you see..



Look for me in the first flowers of Spring;



Hear me in the church bell's resounding ring;



See me in Winter's first flakes of snow;



I am the Autmn winds that blow;



In the quiet early morning light,



I am with you as you wake from the night.



Do not mourn for me



For You are never alone



Look for me...





Wolf Nomad



Dedicated to W.B. McCurdy One of those few people in one's life that you can truely call friend.

MY EYES



My eyes see the Hunger.

In an old man's face, As we sit beside his box and talk about his late wife and the good ole days.



My eyes see the Pain;

That an old Vet just can't hide as he sit's in his chair on the corner of a busy street with a carboard sign that reads "Homeless and Hungry, God Bless"



My eyes see the Tears;

Spilling down a young mothers cheeks, When a passerby gives just a little change so tonight the Children will eat.



My eyes see the Hopelessness;

In an old Prostitutes face, So jaded from the only life she has ever known.



My eyes see the Fear;

In the faces of those new to the streets, Not sure how they got here, Not sure how to get away.



My eyes see the Resignation;

In the faces of those who have been here as long as they can remember and they know and accept that they will die here.



My eyes see the Streets.

I walk them every day.



Bringing food for the old man in his box whenever I can.



Collecting change for the old Vet in his chair so he don't get hurt in traffic.



Watching the children for a young mother so she can look for work.



Giving a prostitute a hug, So she knows someone cares.



Giving a kind word to those that are new so that they don't feel so alone.



Standing here now with those who have been here longer than I.



Beside a coffin, Paying my final respects to a friend. Time forgot



And No one but those on the Streets will remember.



Wolf Nomad



Dedicated to "Puppy" and "Little Patch" and all those out here time forgot and only the Streets Remember.