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...