The Lone Wolf in the Moonlight
it's quiet tonight
I walk along the brow of a hill
the canyons are empty below me
the desert is bathed in moonlight
there is nothing to see
I hear nothing, sense nothing
I am the desert
and the desert is me
you still haunt me
especially at night
your warmth, your hair
your touch, your life
I long to chase you again through the fields of golden maize
I wish to stand on the giant rock at the head of the ravine
and watch...
as you weave your way flirtatiously towards me
across those grey, flat, shingle rocks.
but I am the hungry wolf
who hunts the plains alone each night
you were my insatiable hunger
and now you have become my unquenchable thirst.
and even if I throw my head back
and howl up at the night.
I'll never hear you howling back
not now, not ever
never again in this life
cause every night I am the solitary wolf
howling alone under the moonlight
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