I am

A point of creation

to imagine

or speak

or be

whatever it is you would like.

Infinite possibilities exist

in just this phrase.

I carry it with me

as I trod along the road

looking at orange and purplish hues

painting the sky,

and taste a new way of being.

My scent touches the wind

with the fragrance of my spirit,

lingering like an echo of a wolf

howling into the night

while the moon,

beams into me

making a spotlight

for my soul to sparkle.