Trails of the wandering Wolf

With Fear and dread overcome, Moments dampening my spirit. There is a brand new world Made for me but I ain't in it. These roles that I choose And the masks that I wear Ripping holes; I stagger confused As I'm slowly stripped bare. Shadows and silhouettes, Shifting me like I'm broken. I can't find my heart Though I'm torn open. I cry not for shame, I guess Because shame's just a token, A mark, to show the mess That you can expiate, once spoken. In a lucid dream I lay, Not sleeping, nor awakened. A suspended immortality Not living, nor dead.

A crystal bead of a million hues, Awakening to calls Of a boundless tune. Slipping and falling to forces unknown. Pulling and striving for a glimpse At the strings and rays of a breaking dawn. A sight so satisfying, so clear and united Surrender manifesting, bowing blades of green. Ready, now, to answer. Leaping in faith. Alone in its descent, in a solitary existence. Swirls of gray, forming A sky full of wishes. Unanimous in surrender; Beads of a million hues. Awakening from slumber; Uniting rain and solitude.