By Colleen Slane
Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon.
Maybe when he howls at the moon,
He is telling her how captivatingly beautiful she is.
Maybe the wolf only comes out at night,
That’s the only time the moon is out.
The moon is beautiful, not because of the glow
But because of the beautiful silence.
Maybe the wolf cries for a love
He will never come close to touching.
Maybe the moon was in love with the wolf
Maybe the moon lit up the night only for him.
Maybe the moon loves the way the wolf
Pays so much attention to het at night
Maybe The wolf was the only thing that was clear
In the crowded world below her.
Maybe the distance
Is that makes them love each other so deeply
Maybe its what makes them so perfect.
When the sky was filled with nothing the
Wolf taught her how to breath.
Maybe the wolf and the moon were in love with each other.