Wolves

In the moonlight we are wolves. Dancing and parading around the forest as if someone has blessed us. He blesses us. In the most fearful way, we stand by his judgment. We circumcise the outcomes in small portions to where only we could see them. Our pride holds memories. You stand there in the picture you created. A canvas not needed for your art. You project these colors of vibrance. The owls know your name. They dare cry out the voice of love, exceeding possibilities of being heard. Where is your herd? Where is the company you share. Bare with me, there’s more here. Despite the rebuttal they place on our heart, we see more here. We are here.

In the moonlight, we are wolves.