Lone Wolves

There he walks, within shadows;
Between the silent whisper of leaves,
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
He passes like a dark cloud, here and there,
No one ever sees through him:
For alone he walks; alone he fares,
Pausing only when day grows dim.
They look at him with eyes unseeing,
They listen to him with ears so hollow,
They touch him with hands unfeeling,
They do not wait for him: they go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.

I was there in the shadows,
Crying with him.
I was there in the meadows.
Sighing with him.
I walked with him here and there,
I saw through him.
I followed him everywhere,
Even when day grew dim.
I looked at him with eyes so tearful,
I listened to him with ears straight full;
I held his hand with love -
I waited for him. I did not go.
What lies deep in his heart? Who would know?
What lures him away? Why does he go?
Where does his life really start? Will he show?
What are his thoughts night and day? Where do they flow?
Who would know? I would.
For tears are both in our eyes
For hope only wells up in our hearts,
For as time so quickly flies,
We might soon be apart.

And now I walk, within shadows,
Between the silent whisper of leaves,
Trotting over woods, fields and meadows,
Listening to the wind from the forests' eaves.
I pass like a dark cloud, here and there,
No one ever sees through me:
For along I walk, alone I fare,
Only when night comes am I free.
For I have lost him.
In the overwhelming din.
But in my dreams, we still meet
Listening to our own heartbeats.