In Memory Of The Moon Poem by Daniel Hooks

Like the wolf is drawn to the moon
I saw you
your light, your gloom

eclipsed by the light of the night
, the moon.

The wolf I fed
Bled in the dark
but hunted for light
fought alone for the stars which shine bright
In the night sky.

They couldn't lie to me all those stars
for it's their truth that shone the way.

I breathe you I breathe it in
I believe it with my toothy grin
I am the wolf let me win!

The moon's glow ripples in the lake
of tears but I can never get to her
but the moon shines on my fur
and I hear a murmur of your voice on the wind
which is long gone and kept within,
memory.