Last night the wolves called my name.
Not the name I now carry,
but the one I was known by,
a million winters ago.
How they knew it was me I am not sure,
for I knew it not myself,
but part of me knew,
and part of me answered,
“Come, my brothers, let us run together,
Let us weave the patches of moonlight
into a story, written on
the fresh fallen snow.
For the world in sunlight to know
that a band of brothers
passed this place in time.”
(excerpt from Whispers in the Wind)
by George Rodgers
1 thought on “Whispers in the Wind”
This is so beautiful..I have chills.