Tasariel

The cold sweat of waking, My trembling flesh alert. My hair is on end, I can hear it calling me. Like a distant song on the wind, It barely flickers in my eardrums. It commands my attention, All else fades to shadows. Rising, I concentrate on the silver glow, I follow it through darkness, When I reach my destination I begin the dance. Slowly at first, The Moon a small orb above me. It sings to me a beautiful song, Wordless and ever-changing. The dance is like a cool spring, It wells up within me, And spreads through my limbs As I worship the beauty before me. The Moon, Intrigued, Comes closer. With respect and enjoyment

I know what kind of man you are, And it's breaking my heart When we sit on YOUR bed And you say you don't care. You hated snow days, To miss me for one day. You came to see me, For no reason really Or because I had a bad day. But now you sit on YOUR bed And let me come to you, While you tell me You won't do the same, And you don't care if you can't see me - For a day or a month. My chest feels tight now. I know what kind of man you are, So what else could this be But the death of love.

Wolves wander, wild and free, Such a wonderful sight to see. Wolves wander, far and wide, Always trying to hide, to hide, From hunters who want them for their pelt, As if the wolves had never felt, Love, compassion, joy, and fear, Soon the wolves will not be here But for those of us, who help, Down to the very last wolf whelp Tagging and tracking, Taking pictures of wolves snacking, Smacking, and cracking, On their food, the creatures of the wild, Who must not be riled, Lest they rise up in a glorious fight, All of them standing up for their right, To wander, wild and free, Wander, far and wide, And live, not ever having t