Shadows

From the woods of quiet independence -
on the corner of awkwardness and self-appointed solidarity
a wolf without a pack emerges.
Guided by a golden heart
ablaze with flame insatiable
tiptoeing ever so careful until
the sun's light blinds
adjusting eyes
searching for what lies ahead
in the clearing's field.
Darwn like a portal over
bridges in Porto
he crests the precipice -
the first step taken
timid yet effortless
with butterflies fluttering
in stomach he feels the
protection of the shadows fading.
From the woods of quiet - independence
on the corner of awkwardness
and self-appointed solidarity
a wolf without pack emerges.
Prided by a golden heart
ablaze with flame of confidence
he meets an
attractive wolf-ess
wandering in a land foreign
unknown -
the light that vanquishes
shadows wood's own.