I hear the song
wildness pulling, senses stirring
the drumming of her heart
smoky fires burning
dancing in midnight circles
the smell of sweaty leather
pressing
together
strike the drum harder
enter the kingdom,
of her jungle passion into the field of her
awakening
spirit flowing
river pouring
from the source
her soul singing

The song soaring
the lone wolf, roaming

Listening
for her answer to his calling
Autumn moon rising
lonely cry howling
splitting the silence
another season returning
the distance closing, between the quiet
the wind bringing her closer
deep in the darkness
soon the barriers broken
another united
the circle 
completed

Snassano Oct 1,2007