Slightly Haunted

Your spirit runs far beaches,
pounds along the forest trails,
 mine, hungry for the sight of your
big ears and bushy tail.

 Haunted by your being gone,

I soar the mountain pass,

to those wild beaches we so loved,

where I'll find you, at last.

I'll look for you amidst  the waves.

I'll search along the shore,

or in the trees; you might be loping

'cross the forest floor.

Since you've been gone,

I've never stopped looking here and there.

Every big black dog reminds me,

and I see them everywhere.

Though it is now two lonely years

since we have been apart,

teardrops are still raining

in the landscape of my heart.

With thoughts of you my memories

 forever will be rife.

I will carry your loss within me

to the last day of my life.

Hannah, of Metaphors and Smiles,  set us a great prompt at Real Toads: to set our muse, hungry and haunted, into nature. For me, my love of wilderness is all wrapped up in a big black wolf, gone two and a half years now. The most magical place I know is the wild west coast of Vancouver Island, where he and I shared glorious years in some of the most spectacular landscape on the planet. I do not feel his spirit here, in this gray mill town we both endured, while longing for our wilderness home. I am haunted by his absence, so this prompt sent me in the only possible direction.