Time For Hunting: Everything

image

Photo: Flickr.com

The wind had touch the hill
Dances as the ocean
Light fade and let it rest
Crawling at the desert
Darkness had put its cloak
Silent drift with the breeze

A lone wolf
Arises his head
Like an arc:
          ~ Of old time mariner
          At the Spanish ships
      Searched for gold and glory
          To unknown land ~
Howling
Emptying its stomach
To surreptitious wind
It bowed to the sand
There is time for seeking
Time for sadness
Time for love
And harvest
Time for solitude
Even for hunting
And everything.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s