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1/10/2017 8:51:16 AM Gregory Richard Barden Posts: 23	CANIS LUPUS I entered your world in quietude, Slipping through the granular, soft. Long slats to feet parting the frozen. Cold of a previously unknown extreme Nipping sharp the epidermis with ardor. A Mid-May akin to February, homeward, First warning of extrinsic ire, ignored. Hours of similar (sobering) revelations ensued, Supplanted by days, weeks, moons ... Reality - icebound and born of abiding trial. The basic elements staggering, Swallowed by the providence around me. A vastness beyond vast afar ... Crushing cold of limitless value, Each sunrise a new contingency For measure of my insignificance. How I adored you for your beauty - Such reward for the naked eye, There among a denuded struggle. Shaped by eons of selection Into a creation of perfect form and ease, As at home amidst desolation As I at a warm hearth and aliment. Moving sprite through your environs, All senses attuned to the mind's axis ... At once knowing and known, Master of a savage domain. Every dynamism a fluid dance, Every steamed exhalation A waif of delicacy bespoken. Do not gods aspire to such? If there were deities afforded Such barren and bleak scapes, It would be none other than you - As exquisitely magnificent and divine As the forbidding but breathtaking Element around you, my brother. I fear I have doomed you, for others will follow ... Others who find no such elegance In anything but graft and greed. By the simple act of watching I may have sealed your fate firm. I will not turn to admire you as I leave ... But keep you forever as a phantom In my mind and heart and longings - To devour my spirit and join with you, Ever after straining to hear The echo of your lonely, distant howl, The one that so often haunts my dreams, Dark and cold in the arctic night ... Dark and cold in the willows ... Deep and frozen and dreaming ... Of your keen and breathless beauty. If but mine to touch ... Forgive me and farewell ... Brother wolf. edited by Bahku on 1/10/2017
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1/17/2017 6:19:06 AM Gregory Richard Barden Posts: 23	Very pleased to say that this has been purchased by my boss, the Emir of Dubai, and will soon be put to calligraphy and hung on the wall in the Maktoum Hall of Arts in the palace ... I am at once very humbled and very proud. Shukran lak, Sire ... As-salamu 'alaykum. Enshallah. edited by Bahku on 1/17/2017
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1/30/2017 2:01:56 PM Graphite Drug Posts: 81	Beautiful work. High quality work on this forum. You must be expecting some high quality talent to review or read such work on this site. I hope we can expect more from you.
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