In memory of the moon

Like the wolf is drawn to the moon

I saw you

your light, your gloom

eclipsed by the light of the night the moon

The wolf I fed

Bled in the dark

but hunted for light

fought alone for the stars which shine bright

In the night sky.

they couldn’t lie to me all those stars

for its in their truth they shone the way

I breathe you, breathe it in

I believe it with my toothy grin

I am the wolf let me win

the moons glow ripples in the lake

of tears but I can never get to her

but the moon shines on my fur

and I hear a murmur of your voice on the wind

which is long gone and kept within,

memory.

The devil is a dog who lives alone

The devil is a dog who lives alone
No roots to break through his heart of stone
He sits alone in his despair
No devil may care attitude to wear
life is love and connection
no time for too much introspection
He often reminisces in the fortress his home
but death is regret and the drone of tv
I wish he says I had a heart
the memories I have pick me apart
But at the end it’s tv meals
that steal our time
Moments spent with others,chime
they are our reason to live
people are our reason to give.