flight of the butterfly, rising free
time to turn the page
adventure around the next bend
following the sage
writing these new words i send
Preparing for the moment
When I will see your face
Bright, shining, potent, perfect, divine
Overwhelmed as anticipation builds
Lone wolf wanders the plain,
Scavenging for scraps of food.
The food is in the wood;
He remembers the time when this truth was his.
And yet, he wanders each day
In the desolate realm of scarcity;
Takes solace in the fellowship
Of a thousand wandering souls.