Centaur

I am that

Which grew from the fields,

and ancient jungles.

That which still grows in both

dirt and moonshine.

I am the centaur,

Which guides between,

Earth and Heaven.

Upon which feasts the eyes of

Wolf,

Who stands on rocks, gazing up

at the pale moon dance.

 

Your words flowed like music! Well done!

 

Good work, shaman_sun. Just brilliant. Keep creating more poems.

 

Thanks for the feedback, guys.