LOVE-WOLVES

Love-wolves search
hidden forests
for for those too weary
to keep up with the herd.

They rip their hearts free
and give them back
pulsing with love,
the wine of their sorrow
flowing freely on the ground.

Love-wolves howl
in drunken ecstasy
lifting their faces
toward each full moon
shining unobstructed,
free of all that veils it.

Let the blood
from your broken heart
flow freely.
Do not attempt
to stanch the flow.

Wail your despair
until the wailing fills the earth
and echoes among the stars.
Join your voice with the wolves.

Dormant seeds from deep within
will burst forth in beauty,
watered by your heart-tears.

Brokenness ...
Despair ...
Joy.