Wolves,Trains And Yellow Roses

I heard a wolf cry out at night
then hugged the blanket round me tight
this was not done out of fright
only that he reminded me of you

I heard a freight trains whistle whine
as it pushed through the darkness
of another time
while the surrounding mist
echoed it's shadowed rhyme

I felt the emptiness of another life
plagued with continuous heartache and strife
memories clinging to every thought
and you lit upon my life

I saw a yellow rose in a field of thorns
the wind blew cold and sang forlorn
a question arising of who this could be
the answer awaiting reality
the yellow rose
was always me