Soulwolf

Under de kissing moon I think of the all the things I thought before
And the more I think the more I realise how much more I could have thought.
Now I just look up, and the bright moon burns through my eyes,
Straight to my heart and soul, past, present and future, out of time…
But not heat of passion, overwhelming consuming desire, not now.
The moonlight mutates me inside into a soulwolfe, and more white than ever
I run through valleys and alleys, through empty streets and back corners,
I run like a gush of air rushing forward taking all in, never stopping.
I run through the memories of the small moments shared innocently,
I run faster still over the unsaid, undone, unseen, but admitted…
I run away from you and myself in each stride, breaking free.
I run and run until the morning light melts the whiteness in me.
The colour returns to my eyes, my face, my heart, my soul…
The heat, warm like comfort, returns me to life, and I cry
Tears of sound, dropping through my emptiness, echoing all the way,
And with that inner vibration the growth of emotions encloses
Promises of new found adventures in misty oceans and clear skies…