A flare touches my skin,
my soul takes a bath
in the clear morning
as fresh cold air slowly twists around my body.
The wolf in me
and outside of me,
guard my sensitivity
and I relax.
A black beauty,
a concentrated soldier
of ancient times
marshes up my spine
and I hear the birds chirp
its message that spring is coming.
Bright is the moment
and calm is the world,
this early morning
in a place somewhere,
... nowhere.