In the end, she will feel it
The wild-hearted wolf's cry
that rattles her soul with
flashes of silver and gold.
The truth she has kept stored
within her gypsy heart.
Dripping through her fingers like diamonds
as she runs barefoot,
Through vast woodlands and silent coves,
Sprinkled with the pink bruises
of distant sunsets.
Along the way,
that journey she takes,
of roads less travelled and winding lanes,
she will hear it.
The perpetual echo of a wolf's howl.
Wild as the wind biting at her ankles
calling her. Always near.
It is here that she finds herself -
wide eyes and quiet mind,
the gentle hum of a heartbeat,
A grateful breath.
It is here that she comes home,
To the charms of the silver moon.
The taste of freedom on her lips,
Each setting sun and breaking dawn
bringing her closer to here.
- For Wolf & Gypsy