the howling

I pull the shades back just enough to see the dust sparkle in the light

I want to see your face glistening in this, I need you to see my eyes 

my soul howls...for you are my moon which hides in this lovely shade

my spirit is gasping for you to share this air with me

my sight is fixed on your motion

the sun is lowering behind the knolls and the red-orange glow traces the horizon

as that fire dips below the green I find myself taken by the night