The Stars AboveA Poem by Sarah MarieRunning with the wolves, I’m losing my soul; I left my land and found them Even though I was told They are dangerous things, These beasts of the night From their thick, red fur And the mesmerizing light In their brown, puppy eyes. They stalk the forest And hide behind oaks, Not stopping to rest Until the alpha says so; The night grows still, And the world is calm- That is, at least until The wolves begin to howl. Their chant is like a melody, In sync as all the woods Cries the same melody. They turn to the moon In time to see her shine; They sing to her Underneath swaying pines And howl their love, Their praise as one- They wait for her say Then turn and run To find her all she requests, To find all she needs; She is their Mother Within the canopy Of twinkling, howling stars Which once were wolves Who fell from her grace, Fallen, dying wolves Who returned to the moon. She takes their souls And keeps them close; She prays while she holds That they will never forget Their bright, full Mother Even when she is gone; She prays not another Will take her wolf Sons and daughters, Their spirits in the stars Only to be reflected in the water Of glistening, hidden streams. When a wolf dies, The pack howls their sadness, And the moon Mother cries; She takes from the earth Those who have gone on And shelters them In her large, moonlit palm. She offers the spirits to the sky And makes the brightest stars; Then all the wolves may know Where their loved ones are- Safe in the care Of their embracing, moon Mother As she kisses goodbye the pack’s Family and friends and lovers. I ran with the wolves And feared what I had witnessed; I saw the moonlight sweep down And take one who would be missed. The wolves howl their praise, And they howl their sorrows; They howl through the night And well into morrow To tell the moon That she is loved And say hello To the stars above.
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Added on November 14, 2012Last Updated on November 14, 2012 AuthorSarah Mariemy own world...come visit me!, SCAboutAspiring starving artist: Bachelor's degree in English, minor in professional writing, concentration in writing, unofficial concentration in British literature...2017 more..Writing
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