Companion of the Spirit
For an instant, it had seemed imagination
Perhaps an illusion?
A movement so fleeting, a tease of the senses
Just by chance,...just one glance,
that triggers and pricks all the hairs down my spine
Grey shadows stalk me, as if from a cloud
The wilderness talking....not making a sound
Following, to play? Or looking for prey?....
Grey, as the doves, that scatter away
Cunning, and running, along the ridge up above
Then to look up, again, you vanish from eyes
Lost in the brush, just as a clouds hide the skies.
Then back in the noon light, in hide-and-seek flight
Eclipsed by the sagebrush, to keep out of sight
With steel-metal eyes, you track far behind me
from a distance, demanding, between us, resistance
Commanding my interest, in your curious wiles
No one can profess to have full understanding,
what secrets exist, ......of the spirit that binds us
Yet, we are all one, and as all creatures we dwell,
upon sacred land, upon ancient tales
You've followed me closely, with caution, a friend,
I feel a new spirit, that drifts in the wind
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4/3/15
Contest: Canis Lupus the Wolf
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton
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