Tai Chi Straight Sword Love



He is the lone wolf
That hunts in the night;
I hear his howls.
Cries of loneliness
Pierce the night.

His presence felt
But not seen.
Is he only in my mind?

I wish I could be like him,
I know his loneliness well,
To roam is the only freedom
From this pointless existence.

Like a wind,
Just a blur of energy.

"You only let the road wear your shoes,
And give your hat to the first passing breath of wind."