A dreamscape of love and personal realization.
In pursuit of a wolf I thought I knew.
The nights' wonderous white
and the dull shadow of day
keep me in balance.
On the horizon I see the radiant beast.
I see her trekking alone, waiting.
Her dust glows in the moonlight
unaware of her pursuer.
A seperate soul under seperate stars.
Here I am hunting that horizon.
Days of forsaken desire
battle me and my purpose.
For I am the hunter
and my goal is to be hunted.
The white night approaches once more:
Her dust lifts into the lightscapes;
cascading into my vision.
But I choose to focus on the hunt itself,
thus making my first mistake.
All the time spent dreaming
I fail to catch the great white wolf.
I think she has gone
When it occurs to me one thing:
If I'm to pursue someone as rare as she,
being someone as scant as I,
A hunter on an impossible quest,
I know I must shift:
To be one in the wild
I must seperate the void of light and dark
and my dust too
will bathe in the sunlight
and dance in the moonlight.
Our seperate souls remain,
but the stars become one
as I have embraced my darkness.