RickyMcG

The Wolf and The Moon

Hear The Wolf's midnight cry.

Feel the ghostly night's breeze fly.

Gaze at the stars with wanting eyes

And ask The Moon her name.

 

Watch her illuminate with pride.

Feel your hairs rise, side by side.

Listen as she calls the tide

Quiet like the rain.

 

The Moon needs no name to glorify.

Her name is forever in the midnight sky. 

Her name is infinitely within The Wolf's cry.

A cry that is soaked in pain.  

 

Comments1

  • dusk arising

    Wonderful .... mystery, you have woven your chosen elements beautifully here, it works so well and is a delight to read and re read. Goes into my favourites. Please comment on my stuff.



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