the wolf

feels like promises you made yourself
when you still remembered how to dream.
the strength to pick you up,
a picture of hope to share,
these eyes stare.
(i'll steal that breath)
have always been here,
arranging things and waiting.
(because some things are right)
your fantasies awaited
since you did your forgetting,
along with the laughter
you used to hold dearly.

(fantasy no more)
(existence beautiful)
(should have always been)
(somethings are deserved.)