Opalescent,
the hunter’s moon reminds the wolf of his ancient romance. His senses
keen, his ever alert disposition makes his craft renowned. Feared by man,
this noble beast has a mystical shroud; given for protection in his world of
dangers by his lover...his hearts hope; his very life's blood ~ sister moon.
She watches attentively, like a mother with her babe, a hen and her brood. She smiles with knowing love and adoration to his simplicity, and gallant heart. He would run in his night. Seeing loves whispered affections to the highest of precipices. Struggling in the shifting shale, his powerful legs bite for anchor. Chips spill down the cavern singing their clipped reports of the death that lies waiting a feint heart. His lungs burn with the shallow air's crispness, as his muscles strain and push passion upward to the point of embrace; to the rendezvous. Silver fur ripples with the working of his limbs as claws scar the sacred granite, testament to passion's demand for the very best. The decades will rain, and the century's winds blow powdered sand across the etching of his travel, his world holds vigil of loves kiss; driving the hearts demand. He eventually wins his place. The crest is absent of growth, of any encumbering branches or bush. The winds howl in salute to brother wolf; he is capable and strong. His yellow eyes blaze with focus, it becomes his very essence. He is ultimate in his power, as each heave of his barrel chest calms the flesh that carries a soul on fire. He circles and sniffs for interlopers, as a needless precaution for he knows with certainty and intuition no challenger is near. The earth lies quiet in hushed awe of the universal design. His coat settles from attack stance of hair on end. Sitting he become the counterpoint to the lifted skirt of his spirits longing. There she glides in her magnificent glory. Cool and white splashed in her embers of sapphire and emerald highlights. As soft as an infant, as proud as a queen, she surfs the heavens in her regal arraignment. He watches as tears well in his orbs. His temperament resides quiet as the warriors passion to the longing lover. His heart feels its way to his throat as great sobs of ancient desire pull at his cord...he exist beyond this life, but through the corridors of time itself. She has been his; in life times before. He recalls her comfort and the deep well of passions that ride upon the tip of his recollections. Now distant, yet still the beauty of his desire, she travels the Indigo night among the stars. A cloud obscures her face like a bridal veil, only for her peeking past in moments, to once more rekindle his hunger which echoes in the depth of him. No longer able to restrain this ancient need for her, and unable to quell the lament that harnessed his resolve, his discipline, he draws a heavy breath. With full lungs and arched neck calls to her....his song~ the wolfs bay...his soul stretches his living essence outward and upward.
The earth sighs and shutters at the wave of his reverberations. She stalls for a second to pique her attention. Space and time suddenly dissolves, she recalls her lover among the life on the globe's surface below her path. Her tears readily flow, as her heart calls back in equal desire and lament.
She watches attentively, like a mother with her babe, a hen and her brood. She smiles with knowing love and adoration to his simplicity, and gallant heart. He would run in his night. Seeing loves whispered affections to the highest of precipices. Struggling in the shifting shale, his powerful legs bite for anchor. Chips spill down the cavern singing their clipped reports of the death that lies waiting a feint heart. His lungs burn with the shallow air's crispness, as his muscles strain and push passion upward to the point of embrace; to the rendezvous. Silver fur ripples with the working of his limbs as claws scar the sacred granite, testament to passion's demand for the very best. The decades will rain, and the century's winds blow powdered sand across the etching of his travel, his world holds vigil of loves kiss; driving the hearts demand. He eventually wins his place. The crest is absent of growth, of any encumbering branches or bush. The winds howl in salute to brother wolf; he is capable and strong. His yellow eyes blaze with focus, it becomes his very essence. He is ultimate in his power, as each heave of his barrel chest calms the flesh that carries a soul on fire. He circles and sniffs for interlopers, as a needless precaution for he knows with certainty and intuition no challenger is near. The earth lies quiet in hushed awe of the universal design. His coat settles from attack stance of hair on end. Sitting he become the counterpoint to the lifted skirt of his spirits longing. There she glides in her magnificent glory. Cool and white splashed in her embers of sapphire and emerald highlights. As soft as an infant, as proud as a queen, she surfs the heavens in her regal arraignment. He watches as tears well in his orbs. His temperament resides quiet as the warriors passion to the longing lover. His heart feels its way to his throat as great sobs of ancient desire pull at his cord...he exist beyond this life, but through the corridors of time itself. She has been his; in life times before. He recalls her comfort and the deep well of passions that ride upon the tip of his recollections. Now distant, yet still the beauty of his desire, she travels the Indigo night among the stars. A cloud obscures her face like a bridal veil, only for her peeking past in moments, to once more rekindle his hunger which echoes in the depth of him. No longer able to restrain this ancient need for her, and unable to quell the lament that harnessed his resolve, his discipline, he draws a heavy breath. With full lungs and arched neck calls to her....his song~ the wolfs bay...his soul stretches his living essence outward and upward.
The earth sighs and shutters at the wave of his reverberations. She stalls for a second to pique her attention. Space and time suddenly dissolves, she recalls her lover among the life on the globe's surface below her path. Her tears readily flow, as her heart calls back in equal desire and lament.
"I am here" she softly sings...pouring
herself out towards the wolf's torment on the cliff.
He stops his bay and gulps in exhaustion. His
head is lowered as he gasp from the expenditure of himself. He rises and
plods toward the very edge of the cliff; willing to throw himself off into the
depth of the darken forest below. To be free, he reasons; to ride the
heaven with his souls heart. He contemplates, as his grief tells him
'Leap!" He tenses to plunge up and out, keeping his eyes upon the object
of his burning desire. His stealth lowers to the cool shale and he coils.
Digging his claws into the earth for leverage, he is seconds from committing his
fate to passion.
"I am here" reaches through his
fever, stalling his forfeiture of the precious gift of life. He blinks not
comprehending.
"I am here" she whispers once
more, in soothing tones. He relaxes his stance.
Slowly he rises to look at the passing moon, and knows.....love abides. If not within his touching, she is there...watching, being, loving. In his solace he is warmed and for the moment; comforted. A tear rolls down his regal snout; wetting the wise continence of the Alpha male. He knows time has no effect on love; so is more for her touching notice. Love’s vessel in her presence. If a wolf should be seen to smile, it would be in the moment of feeling the love for his Luna....for she is his spirits dream...his souls delight....his wolfish desire.....for eternity.
Slowly he rises to look at the passing moon, and knows.....love abides. If not within his touching, she is there...watching, being, loving. In his solace he is warmed and for the moment; comforted. A tear rolls down his regal snout; wetting the wise continence of the Alpha male. He knows time has no effect on love; so is more for her touching notice. Love’s vessel in her presence. If a wolf should be seen to smile, it would be in the moment of feeling the love for his Luna....for she is his spirits dream...his souls delight....his wolfish desire.....for eternity.
His souls howl,
forever echoes,
in the valley of the moon.
The great ancient pines remember,
adoration as it swoons.
The great granite mountain rumbles,
in the demonstrations chance.
Let the notion travel forward,
through the fables, tales and dance.
As the creatures of the forest,
those residing in the dell.
Silent witness in these hours,
ancient courtship in the fields.
Brother wolf, and Luna's passion,
in the time the humans say.
Do they measure loves devotion,
Hunters Moon,
they call that day.
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