I fear as I close my eyes...
I will dream of you.
Wild thing that you are...
Enticing me
To run with you ...
In winds before the rain...
Through enchanted forests bathed
By moonlight's carress...
Stand awestruck as dawning
Crests horizon's edge...
Sing my soul's beauty
To loam, pine and emerald fern...
Only here may I surrender
Soul, spirit and body to the
Wolf my heart longs to be.
The poem is technically beautiful, although I cannot quite enter into the spirit of the content. Still, I applaud your verbal ability.
Starward