Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding
And, a wolf is baying at
the luminous face of a Full Moon.
A wolf-woman listens
to the haunting strains
of a wolf's wanting. Her spirit
running on all fours...howling
painful aloneness, utter desolation.
A wolf-woman with yellow eyes
searching the dream-world for her mate.
Her wolf's soul hungry, eager
to be satisfied with a lusty, love.
Roaming the wilds of abandon.
Alert. Picking up the slightest
sound. Deep within...finding
comfort in the shelter
of her den. Waiting
impatiently for that time
when she would lay next to
her soul-mate, the provider of all
her most secret passions and desires.
Dreams carried aloft, wings gliding.
And, a wolf-woman is baying at
the weeping face of a Full Moon. |
