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