Wolf Song

I sit surrounded by the tall grass


Golden stalks swaying in the wind

I close my eyes and strain to hear

The rumbling songs as they begin



Distant, low, the chorus starts

All vying to overpower

I stay, patiently still

As the songs course through the hours



A shimmering sphere across the sky

The full moon makes its way

Closer the songs reach my ears

Blood warm, I am unafraid



Slowly the mournful bales die away

All except for one

My heart begins to race

As a familiar song is begun



Low, deep the cadence fills my soul

Melodic, the strains catch my breath

Crying the song of yearning and loss

Haunting, the sounds will stay with me till death



Closer still my singer dares

The distant howls have come near

I feel his breath, exhaled deeply

Warming, soothingly in my ear



Across from me in the dusky fields

The starry sky lending its light

Amber eyes amid a coat of black

Have come for me tonight



Through all time and space

I have sat many a night alone

Waiting for my wolf to return

To find his way back home


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009