Welcome to magic with words...

these words are only for brother wolf...

and the werewolf in you and me...

Darkness

You darkness that I come from,

I love you more then all the fires that fence in the world.

For the fire makes a circle of light for every one,

and then no one outside learns a view,

but the darkness pulls in everything,

shapes and fires, animals and myself.

How easily it gathers than

powers and people.

And it is possible a great energy is moving near me

I have faith in nights.

The unknown beast

Acquainted with the night

I have been one acquainted with the night.

I have walked out in rain - and back in rain.

I have out walked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.

I have passed by the watchman on his beat

And dropped my eyes unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.

When far away an interrupted cry

Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good - by;

and further still an unearthly height,

one luminary clock against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong not right

I have been one acquainted with the night.

Robert Frost

Longing

Come in my dreams and then

By day I shall be well again!

For so the night will more then pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Come as you cam`st a thousand times

A messenger from radiant climes,

And smile on thy new world, and be

As kind to others as to me.

Or, as thou never cam`st in sooth,

Come now, and let me dream it truth;

And part my hair, and kiss my brow,

And say: My love, why sufferest thou?

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For so the night will more then pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

Matthew Arnold

A single night

How shall I hold my soul, that it may not

be touching yours? How shall I lift it then

above you to where other things are waiting?

Ah gladly would I lodge it, all - forgot,

With some lost thing the dark is isolating

on some remote and silent spot that, when

yours depth vibrate, is not itself vibrating.

You and me – all that light upon us, though,

Brings us together like a fiddle bow

Drawing one voice from two strings it glides along.

Across what instruments have we been spanned?

And what violinist holds us in his hand?

O sweetest song.

Rainer Maria Rilke

will be continued...