The wolf cries long thru the night
Especially loud when the moon is bright
What does he say with those growls?
For a long lost love he surely howls
Hoping she’ll hear his call on the wind
And by some magic her ear will bend
A familiar sound penetrates her soul
She can not ignore it, it is so powerful
It relaxes her mind and rests her heart
And there it will stay, til death do they part
In the meantime the wolf continues to cry
As he looks to the moon and wonders why
© BAS 5/21/08 …;}…
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