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 ...

 

 

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