A New Mother Nature

I don't think I'm done just yet with this piece. May turn it into a story.

Wind blows coldly outside my rusty window.
Lost up in the hills, that gave me thrills as a child.
I'm alive, and cried this to the universe, but still there is no reply.
Questioning myself, and the shelf with all my most cherished ideas.
The better me has stepped aside, has taken a trip on the helter skelter ride.
Is this life, bitter bliss, all in one kiss?
Wolves howl from frozen rock,
calling me, calling me---
Oh, the road, rambles, and runs.
Under me, under there, under you.
Who are you, anyway, stranger that I fall
asleep to, cuddle next to?
Eyes that stare into mine,
excited, questioning,
'Are you lying this time?"
My reply,
"What could I gain to lie,
when I've lost all that was worth it to begin with."
The wheels keep rolling,
The wind keeps blowing.
It's calling me, calling me---
Wandering, lost,
in the moonlight.
My blood rushing,
my dream broken.
I hear them, howling,
louder, and louder.
"Come home to us."

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Wheels and Wolves... Two things that twist and turn deep within myself. I couldn't help but adore the visual and mystical, yet grounded feeling I got when I read this piece.
I could easily see this becoming story. It's got alot of shadows still yet to step into the moonlight, i think.

Great Ink!
Wolfie