The Ice Wolves ........
The northern lights rainbow across
lighting pathways never walked by man
And no man even sees
The winter winds caress the spruce bows
like a lovers hands against flesh
And no man ever feels
Emerging from the shadows she moves
with eternal silence as the arctic
breeze lifts the light tufts of her mane
No man has ever touched
She stops in mid step and gazes across
the hours into other time zones at the promise
of another day
Yet no man can promise
And just as five times four legs trace
her own footsteps and wimper
into being ........a low moan begins deep in her throat
Yet I have never listen to
The small ones tumble around the
strength of her legs and yelp in
pleasure .... and in desperation
That we can never touch
Before the moment passes five small voices
join into her soul wrenching howl in a
language we can never interpret
And yet we somehow understand
After an hour of spoken pleasures and pains ....of desires and needs ...... and of a language that echoes around the circumference of the arctic circle......heard only by the chosen mates of tomorrow as those of yesterday ........they all turn together and recede into the shadows of light and of darkness where the day meets the night where the worlds we know and will never know exist .......where the further existance of the colored northern lights and the wolves too wait for man and god to decide ..........
The ice wolves silently melt away into the darkness.
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