LONE
WOLF STAR
The wolf
mourns to
the
lonely moon.
She cries inside from
the
painful gloom.
I watch the midnight sky,
and tears fall from my eye.
Your soul has traveled afar,
reborn as the brightest star.
My heart is heavy and empty.
You scintillate high above me.
Although you know where I roam,
I feel so all alone.
When the sun does fall,
your name I will call.
My spirit searches for you
in an
endless, black sea,
a jewel adrift in
a
mystical galaxy ...
ã Copyright 2001 --- Terry
Niarra Tiger