Lite as air gliding seeking
Howl comes from an unseen whitewolf
How I feel when I share written tales
Less alone
Less troubled
Purposeful
Like my row boat the one I dream of
Stays her course
Floating while I stay in the current
Orgassmicly, blessed less alone
Tears of joy
Fill me as I learn how to write fiction
Like one lone white eagle feather
The feather
Like pristine lite
From ancestor telling me
Purpose desire content
Writers hand and heart
Always guided
Life is like a boat
Corporeal vessle till called again
To walk among the stars
A hand
Smile reaching assuring
Poets everywhere
Eagle feathers and Whitewolves
Hands or goals
Stay course
No sadness comes from sharing
named Val
Val's Whitewolf Books 