Lone Wolf

Wolves mate for life

I've wandered here and there

in search of him and

have covered many trails

I've looked for him my entire life

Alas, to no avail

 

I've seen many suns and endless moons

and ever changing seasons

Ceaseless roaming, exhausting combing

but yet to understand the reasons

 

Perhaps we crossed upon the street

a glance, a smile but did not meet

A chance encounter we let pass

emotions fragile as broken glass

 

Time grows short as I age each day

and yet I cannot stop

From New York to LA

I've been each way

Such weariness, I want to drop

 

Where are you my love?

must I go on without you

destined to die alone?

Never having known your tenderness

my heart grows sad, then hardens

eventually turning to stone

 

Still, this lone wolf

wanders evermore

and continues to search

upon every shore

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Valorie J. Shearer]

Well Angela, Loving wolves anyway.. this I thoroughly enjoyed! It's true, they do mate for life. Isn't that simply beautiful? Take care~~~

[Angelic Darkness]

I think we all have searched for that lone wolf...the person we know
is out there, that haunts our soul.

[M. Amphet Salt]

Great poem and imagery. Good Job... Stop being so lonely; thats for me.