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