Broken heartlands I guess I’ve left a few There’s a young man running here From something he still can’t understand And there’s a child searching Lord only knows for what I think I might have lost it in those eyes of yours The ones to change from light brown To jade green with every degree of the sun They try to convince me otherwise And I like to believe them for a night But maybe I’m not built for walls There was a wolf sleeping just beyond the rock face At least until I scaled it I’ve never seen something move so fast By the looks of it’s tracks, it had just settled in I stood there watching And all I saw was me All I could think of was you - S.P.L., westcoast gypsy * * * #westcoastgypsy #wolftracks #wolves #lonewolf #bamfield #vancouverisland #islandlife #pacificrim #spl #seanplennox #poetry #westcoastpoetry #weatcoasttrail #poem #writtenword #letterstomyself #letterstoyou #love #loss #everythinginbetween (at Bamfield, British Columbia)