Mood

There are stories that need to be told but these silent lips do not wish to speak There are eyes waiting to decipher but these lids remain closed I am here yet I am not here Lost amongst thoughts that continuously inhabit places that leave me numb  

The Hunted Hunter

So many thoughts when one is out here alone blazing new trails letting wonder lead restless feet to find what is unknown to be found. The wolf, the bear could they see me from here? While I stalk in winter’s white wondering if I’m actually the prey. I am unafraid, hear nothing, yet feel everything….