Poem – I awoke…
I awoke after years of
semi-concious sleep
not in bed,
or in some familiar place –
in an empty field.
Some distace away in an unknown
direction two wolves played
with a gold sphere.
My Empty Field
William Ricci
Mountains, Ice, Stars
there must be a story in there somewhere! xxx
There definitely is. I think the wolf is becoming the glue for a few strands of my life, that are coming together. A few pieces recently have been about wolves, various colors, but always from a distance, or where I am following them. I think they are leading me somewhere, which makes sense from some of my earlier visions and writings.
The wolves are such noble creatures they would make such excellent guides!! I shall keep my fingers crossed for you and you should leave a trail of scraps to draw the wolves closer! 😉
I’m sure there will be leftover scraps from the ravens that are always flying just above my head!
Good xxx
very apprapo an Kewl :).
Thank you much, Q.