"the transforming"

i am the howl of the grey wolf,
you, the lungs from which i breathe.
 
i am a pool of uncried tears,
you, those expressive lashes in which they well.
 
i am the faint scent that attracts a lover,
you, the sweet air that i impregnate.
 
i am the dark, rich soil upon which you now tread
and you, you the silent footprint of man.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova