Does thy ever wonder,
Why the Wolf cry out
To the moon? Might
It be, a love, that can
never be? Have you
Heard The wolf's,
Heart-broken Sob, echo
through the peaks?
Might it be, a
Love 'twas never
To be?
YOU ARE READING
Beside You He Walks
PoetryWhen I write, I feel like a wolf, Howling to the moon. When someone reads, I feel like they too, Are a wolf, howling to the moon. And although we are world's apart, We are together still-- A pack of wolves, Howling to the moon.
