The heart of the mind

For the longings dear to the wonderer’s eye, Wolfs howl a foreboding forbearing of the night, Out of sight, but there between the mountains high Cunning, unpredictable and inescapable its grasp to Entwine one’s mind These sinful desires of the heart, Lurking out of sight, Between the trust and betrayal, when it comes around, Letting us fall into the deep of which the extent cannot be known. But still, One’s heart bears witness and fights for justice Till death do part the flesh from the mind when it eventually falls asleep… And the wolfs, May they have no more flesh to eat.