Man - Wolf 5 Poem by Pavel Markiewicz

Man:

stars and moons
are our forgetfulness
in the melancholy of the evening
or revival of the cup
of your wolf's marvelous soul without vexation
sometimes a dream can
warm the whole heart - deeply
if I were a fairy I would charm
noble time and the memories
of flight of angels to the stars

Wolf:

lovely burial mounds
romantic druid altars
I left for you
a pebble dear man
near them in the wilderness
this forest knows a thousand sweet
secrets of the soul of the druids
the soul is crying but
it is always romantic
like ways to the lavender country