Moon Rise

The Silver moon shines down
Across the empty moor.
Through the clouds, so
Dense and depressingly gray.
The Slivers of Silver trace
Roads like ribbons on the ground.
Illuminating the rainy spray
That patters down with such
Flowing and easy grace.
This is the Moon Rise.


Many a Wolf is howling tonight.
Starving and staring at the light.
Praying, it seems, with the sad
Slow, mourning calls.
The rain sticks like dew to their
Multi-colored backs, each not the same.
Many a Wolf is howling tonight...
Starving in this Cold Illuminated spray.
Many a Hungry one forced to be un-tame.
Many a Wolf howling at Moon Rise.


Many a hope is being made tonight.
Many a hope to set things right.
Many a hope to wake up in the morrow
And not have to put up a fight.
Wondering faces gaze up through the
Gray Depressions of Clouds...
Wondering and Hoping for a better morrow.
Hoping and Praying for a day without sorrow.
Many a Person Hopefully Staring Upwards
At the Moon Rise.