Literature
Wolfie
I dreamed once of a wolf, lonely like me
I approached and sat, with respect and quiet reverie
Looked into her eyes of gold and wondered wordlessly why she howled alone.
"To each soul is a twin, a circle halved cannot stand alone." she breathed.
"I seek to find my mate."
'Neath the pale moon I saw in her,
She was in myself, and I in her.
I then stood in thought a bit, then joined her melody....
....then we ran together in our search, lit by the silvered moon.....
I now know why the lone wolf howls.
It howls for thee.
~A~
2008