I walk as wolf alone

A man without a tribe.

A longing in my heart

That nothing can subside.

I long to walk the days

Of moments long gone by.

When we were one with nature

And laughter filled the sky.

I call out to the raven

A cousin flying high.

Who beckons them to listen

To his longing mournful cry.

"Who will call him to the circle?"

But my brothers sit as stone.

I will walk my path with nature

I am 'Walk as Wolf', alone.

Copyright A.G. Poetry