The Wolf

I am the lonesome wolf of the forrest.
I can’t be caught
But my eyes catch everything.
My heart loyal to my beloved other one.
He whom I can see
when I look into water mirrors.
The moon is my ally.
She reflects on me
what I reflect on her.
And when she is at full strength
I cry out to her
Bathe in her pure light
Purge what is inside
Let her lighten my ways
When I wander
through dark nights
and gone days
Here in the forrest
of lost souls

©RoseGirl2017

Inspiration

She is still with me: Inspiration. She gently breathes the words into me. This white angel, does she come from heaven or from hell?
And now she even keeps me out of my sleep.

I ask her to leave, I don’t want her near me here. I tell her to go bother someone else.
This heart drown in pain doesn’t want to swim to the surface no more.
But she is still there, she smiles and invites me into her space.

I put my hands over my ears.
I don’t want to hear the words she blows to me.
I close my eyes.
I don’t want to see her flowing source of light.
I cover my heart.
I don’t want to feel how her touch has opened it.
But even then she is still there.

I tell her I can’t do it. I can’t do what she asks of me.
But she only smiles and then slowly whispers in my ear:

Write… just write

©RoseGirl2017