The sky was mid-night black,
They were ready to attack,
Their eyes blazed like the roaring sun,
The sky is grey and shattered ice,
Snowflakes drift from the sky,
Gently settling on crisp leaves or winter berries,
Blanketing the land with a magnificent white glow,
To be a wolf on the night when the moon rides high,
It floats and drifts in the darkened blue sky,
(Its not really a poem, but I had to get my feelings out...)
Loneliness, the one word I cannot bare to hear,
but the one word that appears the most.
I look into the dark night sky and see you.
I look at the glistening moon, and I see you.
I look into the gentle lake, and see your reflection.
I look at the gleaming stars and see your eyes.