Awakening

Born of the moon and the winds of the night
A being of power and grace
Heart of the wilds, spirit of light
Brings silence to this holy place

His steps make no noise in the stillness
Moving like smoke on the breeze
Soul of the hunter eternal
A ghost beneath the trees

Still, His movement ceases
Outlined in the soft silver rays
Seen, though you thought yourself hidden
Now locked in his fierce golden gaze

Knowledge of uncounted ages
Rests deep within his eyes
To guide those who will listen
Through the journey of their lives

Brother spirit here I stand
Guide me as you will
For the wild hunters heart
Beats within me still