Enigma
Yes, I can hear it
The quiet whispers of the trees,
As a gentle breeze blows past them
Leaving silence in its wake.
You turn wondering why I have stopped at the edge.
Come, you say? Come along with you, where?
I enjoy too much the sight I already have.
But there is more you say, more,
Past this banal blanket of silver tipped grass.
I submit, I will follow you to this fall of water
That you say is so pure under this full moon sky
That the angels would be jealous.
You stop at the lake,
The consummation of the water fall.
I lay down with you by the water's edge
And cocoon myself against your warm fur.
Your large grey eyes
Shining a silver gaze at me.
You say sleep, but how can I?
With all this beauty that surrounds us.
But, as I hold your molten gaze I feel
The exhaustion take hold.
This mirage of beauty is being
Razed from my vision by bleary eyes.
I turn to you in all your wolfish glory
And say, No. I don't want to leave.
But you must, you say, don't fret for I will see you again.
My eyes close and open as though I have blinked.
I am surrounded by a rough darkness,
I look up to see the myriad of stars
Blind in the blackness,
Except for the full moon shining as a beacon.
I feel a feather of cloth rush past my skin
Tingling from lack of touch.
I push myself against the brick wall.
The darkness in front of me becoming smooth
And gathering a shadow shape.
Eyes of silver spark in blackness.
Pearl white flashes at the mouth.
The familiar laugh escapes,
Cutting the once solid silence with sound.
Your back I say to you,
As I told you I would be, your eyes say with a smirk.
You step into the pale moon light
You're face in full glow.
A slow smile graces my lips as I join you
In the pale white.
You lean to whisper in my ear
I'm sorry, you say, but why?
I turn and look in your
Now plaintive eyes, no more of the joy
That once danced there.
I turn my head away from the sorry
Still on your lips.
Your act is immutable, though small and discrete.
My red life flowing freely, satiating the hunger.
They retract, your full, I'm empty.
My eyes now dull but forgiving,
With yours so bright and full of remorse.
You turn away wiping crimson from white
And leave, on a wind whispering,
I forgive you.
As my eyes die, you're gone, seeking no retribution.
