With these words horizons shift
Until the road does rise.
With these words will futures drift
And lead me to the skies.
Begone, begat, but can’t forget,
Nor simply walk away.
From favored faces, voices met,
That carved into my clay.
I hope the pain does not surpass
Discoveries we shared.
You bridged across this deep crevasse
And how you truly cared.
No choices made do regrets make
Nor memories deny,
And still the fullness of this ache
My heart does occupy.
© Brandewulf 2018
I considered how to do this. I pondered whether to silently slip into the snow covered woods. That however, would be to diminish the import and impact of what this place and those who appreciated me and/or my poems has meant to my soul. Thus, I felt I needed to write in verse. I am not shutting the site off, at least for now, and I won’t be present here in WP. There is somewhere else I must go. It may not be forever, but it will be for now. When you hear the keen or howl across the night sky, please remember the good. Take it and hold it inside you, until it becomes part of you. Then share it with others.
You showed me my voice. I am and always will be forever changed by you!