A man named after a young wolf calls from another land
flashing a brilliant smile, white teeth ready to love and tear

moon lover calling upon Her, awakening the powerful spirit 
of his kind soul

A man, a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a business man,

a friend, a teacher, a lover, a cook, a musician, an artist, a magician
perhaps a partner

A man, today wearing a beard, greying at the chin,
offering him a respite from looking neat and purposeful

and other times feeling like a foreign coat

A man with lovely strong legs
once stroked by stolen caresses of admiring hands
which have taken him to peaks of sacred mountains and manicured golf courses
Now in a forest of old trees he finds the stable strength of his roots 

A man with soulful eyes, liquid Caribbean ocean of green hues,
following the curves and tides of his own emotions

twinkling with light, like young shoots shine
under the sun rays of early spring

A man, future of a boy who dreams of rockets in the stars

a hammer in his hand ready to pierce the secret of ancient stones
looking for ways to crack open the mysteries of Love
of his parents hearts

A man, speaker of exotic tongues, future of an adolescent
who travels between countries struggling to find his place in the world

 having at times only his fists and sheer will to survive

A man with a valiant desire to live 
who at times rode on the crest of self fulfillemnt
and others got lost in the race to find the promised pot of gold 
at the foot of his elusive rainbow of success

A man of a brillant mind, extraordinary archive

reflecting his passionate love of learning 

 now expanded by his surrender

A man with a beautiful broken heart

today free from bindings, a heart beating a music of its own

a heart that weeps with joy and sorrow 
a heart willing to let go, to let in

A man embracing himself with the courage of the Phoenix 

willing to lay in the ashes of his losses he waits
and speaks with his friend the great Bearded Man 

who sits on hill cheering his favorite son

 He is rising as the Phoenix did

ready to be born as his own creator 

This is the man I love

   

The Wings of Love

The Wings of Love 

have swept me away

lifting me off 

in a giant curve

of a magnificent embrace

My heart is resting

 safely on the back

of a great white owl

leaving me weightless

as we fly into the night

now able to see through

the shadows of doubt

and old fear of loving 

whole heartedly

I am catching my breath

held hostage by the thinness of 

air in my brain unable to think

trusting the call of Divinity

as my soul becomes feathers 

soaring and gliding

moved by tidal waves 

of warm feelings 

I am swirving between 

the trees of a thick forest

focused on the call of 

finding the path

towards pure love

calling me home

into the essence

of who I Am