A Fire Still Burning

another dream another path on my quest

A Fire is still Burning
I sit here wrapped up in my blanket in front of this small campfire.
Listening to winds as they whisper through the forest trees.
Telling of the secrets they hold,but only if you listened closely...
In the Distance I hear tonight,the call of the Wolf,they have made a kill.
As a slight snow begins to drift towards Mother Earth,it grows quite still...
The intense Quiet surrounds me and burries me in thought.
So deep in thought,that I failed to hear his approach to one side of my camp.
The White Wolf...but was I dreaming?
I had never seen him with my naked eyes,Alive and before me now.
I could easily see the Alpha in him,Pure White,save for his ever working nose.
He was a Majestic Animal standing Proud and tall.
Softly he walked closer to my fire,watching my eyes and where they went,
Then he sat and began to warm his cold feet and tired bones...
His eyes were more alert than the Hawk,and his nose never quit searching,
Some hidden clue as to who I was and why was I in his forest alone...
I could see in his eyes he held no trust for man,of any sort,from any land.
He jumped a bit and began to flash his teeth,
untill he saw that I was handing him some fresh rabbit I'd hunted for tonights meal.
After we ate we just sat in the light snowfall,listening to the winds and wolves,
the crackling of the fire,watching how it's sparks were sent to the heavens in a dancing
whirlwind of delight,each amber like a small phoenix rising from the ashes...
Then I spoke to him,unsure if he will understand or not...but I tried...
Showing him this respect,of Conversation pleased him,and he laid down to listen.
watching my every word as if he could see them floating by in the breeze or on the snowflakes.
I told him of my dreams of him and how I am a writer,trying to help our planet heal.
Then he understood why,and who I was...He Knew my Heart as he had seen in my dreams.
and after I told him my story,I put another small log on the fire to keep us both warmer.
I passed him another piece of rabbit,and after he washed it down from my drinking cup...
He sat and began to speak!
huh?were you talking or am I hearing things?
he called my Name,Michael"LonelySoul" please listen...You Must learn this...NOW be Still.
I sat quietly while he told his story to me,with no emotion in his growly voice.
Only Concern was set deep into his Yellow Eyes as they reflected back from the firelight,
set aglow by it's warm light,his eyes also looked like the Phoenix in the dark night sky...
He reminded me of the Story of the Elk and Wolf...How mad the Elk was with Hate.
Some people will be much like this Elk,only seeing the anger,only giving the hate.
Do your best to ignore them and let them carry this burden into their Own Demise...
Keep doing what you do best to help everybody involved in this Quest we've set for you.
I asked him...WE?How many more please tell me...no answer.
He said,Some are like the two headed snake,
they will sweet talk with one head,and bite with the other...
Some will be the Elk and only hate you for your abilities and talents they wish they had.
Some will Learn to understand you,much as your own Good Woman,
who is wise beyound her own tired years of life and the constant struggles of Hardships...
I have put you together to make a stronger stand against ignorance and hate.
her words are soft,where you must bite and be the Alpha of your kind,but without teeth or power.
She will Help you in your quest and ours...
More honey is gathered when the bees are happy,or so said that bear,but I 'm not into honey.
I need Meat to live. So Mankind will not understand me or my words, as you have tonight...
We talked like this for many hours,replacing a log on the fire every now and then...
But sometime in the night I must have drifted off in slumber with the snowfall ending...
I awoke the next morning alone again in the quiet,Snow white forest...Quiet and alone...
but the campfire was still burning low but still warming...
I could see no sign that I'd had a visit,save for a fresh rabbit,not yet cleaned but ready,
a few more newer sticks of wood,and the fire was still burning in my small camp...
Michael"LonelySoul"

Reviews

[Jiggsy]

A dream...of hope...if I leave this page to check my fb quotes, I may have trouble getting back, but it goes something like this.."Three things shall last FOREVER, : faith, HOPE, and love - and of these, love is the greatest!!"

[Poetic Beauty]

Nature and wolves always make for a great story. This has strong details and held my attention. Many thoughts put into this short piece.