Gracefully and silently he moves through the night…the wolf.
He is searching…but for what he does not know.
There is something…something special…uniquely HIS.
It must be there – For it is just like him…alone.
He cries a woeful, lonesom e cry.
There is no answer…just the echo of his pleas into the night.
He cries, " Is someone there?
Someone who cares? One like me…also alone? ".
Silence….
Listen! The silence roars!
Looking. Searching. Needing…
A yearning need.
Stop! Look. Listen…
Yes. Yes…He hears it. His quiet companion.
It whispers in the darkness, " Here I am…Here I am.
Do you see me? Do - you - see - me? Remember me? "
Gently and softly it caresses his senses… " I am here.
Reach out to me. Sing to me. Feel me. Know me… Love me…
Yes…I too have need of you.
Remember me? Someone alone…just like you ".
" Where? Where are you? ",
The lone wolf cries.
" Here. Let me caress your face…your soul.
Sing to me your soothing love song… and I will bathe you with my presence."
" Yes…Yes, I remember.
We are not alone…you and me…
And to you, I gladly sing my song of love and longing…
My friend… my lover…The Moon – My Quiet Companion ".
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