Back on the forest trail once more, the wolf sniffs the air,
And enjoys the feel of the warm sun on its fur,
And within its form, the voices agree that this time will be the last time,
For though the river flows to the sea, its course must be dammed for now,
Else the poison from the desert ground will infiltrate the blood stream,
Like a bitter toxin from the frozen wastes of fantasy.
’Though you seem to be dreaming,
My friend,
Refrain from this pain,
For it is so real.....'
And the lone Lumber Wolf silently agrees with the voices in its mind,
And quickly searches the air around,
For the scent of its human friend,
The lone man like he forced to quest on his own.
For times of silence around the fire,
Turned his peers against him, for him not being the same as they,
For his peers looked only to the squaws for one thing, and not the other,
And he, the lone hunter, wanted only company and friends,
So he was mocked and sneered at for defying the norm.
But he was only going with the flow of the river,
As it took him away from the tribe,
As he knew it would,
When he set out in his canoe for the last time,
And the memories still haunt him, even now,
For the elders told him it would be so.
To search and seek out the calling voices in his dreams,
For what was, what is and what will be,
Nothing he will do shall change the course of history,
So he must accept, even now, the course he takes is meant to be.
And the silent voice known as WOLF, for it comes from the wolf at his side,
Agrees, for it shows concern for its human friend,
For both are the same and are one, are of the same mind,
Destiny brought them together,
And so now nothing will draw them apart,
Until the time their quest is finally over,
As it must in time......
Written by Matthew James 22nd February 1992
