Who speaks of the one who dreams of wolves

Running, shattering the eyes of others who cannot see?

The truth scares even the smallest child of nature.When will we dream of beauty and joy wrapped around our fingers? 

To give, to burden others’ hearts with immense gratitude?

Who will dance among the angels flying without wings

Spreading kisses on foreheads beyond your wildest dreams?

We urge the other to breathe with us knowing their tongue is tight,

Their cheeks are yet to blossom,The sky beneath their feet is yet to crumble.

We speak, we whisper, we discuss Mother Nature as if she allowed us to;

As if we are masters of a world shattered beyond repair.

Who do you follow inside your cage this time, my love?

What God forsaken screaming child is running through your veins

To whom you haven’t said a word since being born?

You closed your soul even to your own heart and expect the world to give you everything

?No, my darling.You shall comfort that child as if your own

Offer warmth and seeing, understanding and touch

For that is who is knocking on your door each time a dream passes through and you forget.

Slice the bread for each visitor, as harmful as they might seem.

Your house is yours and they come to speak of tales;

Tales beyond the field outside, underneath the Earth.

Open your arms with joy and love,

See them all yearn for more,

More of you as you are them

And they forever love your soul.