Ode to the Wise Grey Wolf

Come to me....

A whisper in the wind talks ever so quietly,
Wanting me to come to it,
Wanting me to greet it with open arms,
But will I succumb to the request?
Will I allow it to see me in this mess?

So long has it been since I talked to the voice,
So long has it been since I felt the smooth caress,
Whispering sweet nothings that should not mean anything to me,
But they do....
And I can not help but wish,

Come to me......

It had told me exactly how to find it,
Been telling me for years now,
And for years I've been ignoring the call,
Been brushing the sweet temptation off my shoulders,
Like it was nothing but a piece of dirt,

In the distance the old grey wolf stand so tall,
As it called up into the skies,
To howl in vein at that big blue moon,
Once I had known exactly why he howled,
But in this confusion I have forgotten,

Come to me…….

How I wish I could say I don’t want to,
How I wish there was more to this game,
The warmth of its’ embrace I could never forget,
Never forget that love it gave to me,
I am in vein like that wise grey wolf_
What I share with that wolf,
I share his loneliness,
His grief and his sorrow,
But unlike that wolf I have a choice,
But should I say yes to this invitation?