howling wolf

Wolf Cry

full moons and ebb tides
give voice to a wolfs lonely cry
tis the ancient ritual of the wild
if the wolf can....
why can't I

why must we as humans
clothe our secret tears
why can't we wail to the moon
that magical golden sphere

must we remain hushed
as ebb tides induce our desire
while the ancestrial song of the wolf
his mate will surely inspire

products of civilization
our longings we must denie
our cry in the night goes muted
if the wolf can....
why can't I