When Wolves Cry
Out there,
across the frozen tundra,
the wilderness place ----
the ancient song sings;
returning,
since the birth of wood and glade,
When lakes fell from the sky ----
the first time,
the first kiss:
a howl at the moon
Gather the night, the silver night,
of moon glowing a shimmering song,
gather her woodland children
to the twilight opera;
bring sleeping peace ----
bring on the howling minstrel
The night dreamed well
while sleeping souls slept;
the piper played in the hills,
midst tree-land burrows,
gentle tumbling vale,
'tween the flowing springs ----
crying love
His love for her,
it sang,
would she cry?
Would she answer?
And she did:
howling across the steps of time,
he was yonder ----
too far to kiss,
But too close to lose his love again,
to say: ' I love you'
(when wolves cry)
Keith Hunt (c) 1999 First appeared in 'The Plowman' 2000
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2014
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