A pair of silver eyes, old, wise, serene
Gaze at the sky, staring at the moon tonight
Pale radiance reflected in ice cool irses
Cold understanding of this, the silent orb
The light only a soft version of the sun's aura
Providing guidance at times, but fading away
A tug that has a force elemental, causing change
Yet always remains above and alone, a stellar island
The silver eyes and pale wings know what it means
What it is to stand alone and aloof, watching
Lupine eyes, yellow, calm, but ready
see the moon's passage and feel it's glow
sublime, alive, filling the wolf with strength
Granting both peace and passion with waxing
Upon the waning light, fear moves unhindered
the wolf yearns to see the full moon once again
Hungering to feel the soft light upon his back
To run and feel the freedom of it's cold fire
The gaze of divinity reflected in it's distant eye
Grant the lupine eyes their passion and purity
Eyes of gold, eyes framed by crimson, fiery,
Seeing the moon travel back and forth each night
The darker road lit only by the lunar shine
Bringing joy and hope in the consistent path
Providing light for the wolfen irises to follow
Showing the way to the pack, the protection and peace
A safe haven away from all the harsh times of day
Where the lonely wolf can find her mate and curl
The golden eyes of the mate, with crimson mane
Rely on the moon to know where to go, to know
Each sees the same road back and forth each night
The path does not change, does not break away
And yet, to each, it is a different journey or course
Representing hope, peace, passion, fury and solace
A place of understanding, a way of knowledge of self
The solitary journey of the moon, wax and wane
A course through the black skies lit by firefly stars
Crescent and Gibbous, we all watch, and see a reflection
A pale white mirror, that we project ourselves onto
None is more correct than the next, but it is the same moon
The same image we all share, on this world of ours
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