Song of the Wolves

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

A quiet night,

no sound anywhere.

Clouds in the sky,

played hide and seek,

with the moon.

I fell into a dream

and awoke in a dark forest.

Light filtered through the pines

and the wind blew through the treetops,

onward I went down a winding path,

deep, deep into the dark -

never fearing anything.

I heard the sound of wolves howling

and to me it was such a lovely melody.

Soon I saw a light,

moonbeams filtered,

a silvery path from above.

Out into a meadow I came,

where the brightest light shown,

it enveloped me like a cape.

Sparkling rays glittered from the moon above

and I saw shadows at play,

among the dark paths -

that led back into the forest deep.

I saw the sparkling stars,

twinkling so merrily,

high above a hilltop,

there were the silhouettes,

of two wolves .

They stood there,

looking at the moon above,

then they howled

and their sweet music

entranced me.

So mournful, so plaintiff,

as they now were cheek to cheek,

I knew they also expressed –

devotion and love.

It was a magical sound that filled my soul

and I was swept up into a fantasy,

that when I awoke -

I longed to go back again.

© 2018 Gypsy Rose Lee