1Those words echo plainly in my ears.
"It's dangerous, steer clear! Get out of the path!"
They ring with abundance of fear.
"What are you doing? Are you losing your mind?"
My path is as straight as ever, my mind focused on the prize.
"Stop! Stop! You'll never survive! You'll be in their jaws before the dawn
comes nigh!"
Yet I do not stop, I press forward through the trees.
"Someone stop her!"
I cannot stop, no fear grips my soul, not a chain will hold me down
tonight.
Chink.
The intercom shuts down as I throw it at a tree, not wishing to
breathe their alarm.
I hear a sound-
One that is very familiar.
It's approaching me now-
Those eyes in the dark, glowing and fierce.
I can hear him breathe-
Deep and long, proud and flowing.
Now I know who I am-
Or what I do correct.
I am one of them,
I fall to all fours
I throw my head up and howl to the full moon.
The one I call my own bounds toward me, graceful in the moonlight,
Does he remember who I am?
Yes, yes he does!
We roll in the snow in the silver light of night,
Not daring,
Nor caring,
To make a sound and break the night of glass.
I am welcomed by the pack,
Once again I am one with my own,
Yet in a few hours,
Back to the city of squander must I go.
I cherish these moments all to brief,
In my very own arms do those cubs leap.
I stare for an instant into the face of the wild,
Not broken,
Unceasing,
The place my spirit calls home.
As I fear the dawn
It breaks new on the horizon,
I glance back at the few
The wise,
Who stay in this forest.
I trudge through the snow
Harshness now falling
Locking me into the dungeon of civilization as man has created.
My pack ushers me to the edge of the woods,
And as always they stay there,
In the safety of the trees,
Whimpering, "Come back soon," or is it the breeze?
A single tear falls from my weary worn eye,
I walk to my car and away I drive.