Well after the days light dims to nothing more than glowing embers, summoning the brilliance of distant stars
found in the landscape of the moon.
The one called Dark Of Night fully awakens to leave the solitude of his meager abode, encased with the leather strung hides of the once free roaming.
With a sense of urgency, he searches for elements past and present that torment his troubled soul and yearning heart, for this one so wants to once again walk in the warmth and light of day.

Dark Of Night having lost his way many full seasons past, now unearthing and collecting the few traceable fragments of what was, in unison with what is, in dire hopes of leading to what is to be.

All during this long, perilous and exhausting journey summoning his strength while keeping brisk forward pace from rediscovery of just who this man is, from where he comes, lost, how could this come to pass, and driven, by what powerful forces?

Memories locked away for countless risings of the ever changing lumen's of the nights light, now being set free taking their first breaths of a second more meaningful birth.
Their host now inhaling, recognizing and embracing those who were unfairly cast out into cold and silence without just cause.

Now trembling with anticipation as the past rushes in, forgotten pleasures, comfort, purpose, love,and sense of belonging that the dayworld provides to those choosing to bask in its welcoming rays.

Much of who he is can be found in this place of past dreams trapped behind his sleeping eyes, framed with blue skies, billowing clouds, and distant mountains, many times so close but still beyond his grasp.

Found in this wondrous enchanting place is one being so much a part of he, truly a vision of Native beauty, Wolfwind, who through ancient sacred ceremony was entrusted as the sole caretaker of his heart.

Purposely carrying on , awaiting his much anticipated return, for this woman has known since the very beginning that she alone completes Dark Of Nights search, and his arrival will once again make her whole.

Wolfwind has given direction written on fabric of pure heart and provides an audible map gently calling to him with heavenly voice carried by the cool winds of night.

Hearing her spiritual song, further awakens his memories of a less troubled past, where barriers which prevent, detour and cloud judgment, were simply avoided or overcome.

This angelic solo in which his love sings to him, now ever so clear and with each forward movement, increasing in volume, now has his spirit sprinting on all fours, nose to the earth smelling the familiar sweet perfume that is her very essence.

So close to the end of his journey, only a moment away, Dark Of Night takes this time to say that he is eternally grateful to Wolfwind for her patience, understanding, love and direction, plus the gift bestowed upon him, he was not aware, that being her heart which he now returns so that two hearts once again beat as one, as was meant to be.