The Lost Wolf

I searched all my life
for reasons; they were hidden.
I've been thanked, loved, beaten,
but not forgiven.
"Blessed are they that are not afraid,"
and as I look at you, I know,
here I'm weak, here you're brave.

I judged with a fist
and a stony face, and gavel;
I babbled on like a lawyer,
but you welcomed my drivel.
And with an open heart, you let me in,
accepted back to where I belong.
No-one else knows where I've been.

I loved like a lost wolf:
your bitemarks, my rack of lamb.
Full moon is come, there's no infection;
my love, oh, you still stand.
And with your hand you do absolve me,
tame the beast, so he believes
that all else is raindrops;
you're the sea.

~01/2008