I stand in the woods and watch the moon's rise
Ev'ry night, seeing the rays shadows cast.
Away in the distance an owl shrill cries
In fear of this night of darkness so vast.
Who sneaks out but a wolf without meal caught;
Seductive in grace; with eyes like white fire.
I keep myself hid, though fear I feel not.
Of following those eyes I could not tire.
Back behind the woods the wolf disappears,
As he does each night as I stand and stare.
And back comes the night, black darkness and fears.
But should I go home, I cannot e'en dare.
In the thick woods I have waited for you
But now I behold a sky turning blue.
Dan Main
August 19, 1999
