When the Sun has sunk
below the sea
and the river seem
to run silent,
and the birds have
stopped their sweet singing.
below the sea
and the river seem
to run silent,
and the birds have
stopped their sweet singing.
Now alone, the wolf
cries to the moon,
looking in despair,
to find his way out.
Such grief has he found,
in the night's silence,
and the sky's lack of color.
He dedicates his last words
to the fair beauty,
who has always been
who has always been
just beyond reach
over his cliff.
A guarding spirit,
he has always thought.
Wise as she is beautiful,
a soul older than life itself,
she speaks
to teach,
to comfort,
and to guard the soul
she has looked after his entire life.
"Observe silence, distraught one
and listen to lovers
whisper late at night.
Hear their sweet nothings
and promises made
and listen to lovers
whisper late at night.
Hear their sweet nothings
and promises made
that are yet to be broken.
Hear their hope,
and be unafraid.
Your time shall come.
Alone, you are not,
in feeling such sadness.
Listen closer and you shall hear
the grievance
the grievance
in the voices of only too many.
As they lie awake -
like you,
with their heads pressed against
tear stained pillows,
and falling asleep whilst
wishing for death.
Like the mother,
who has just buried her child,
or the betrayed maiden
who feels she has lost
her heart forever.
Like you, they struggle
to forget and fall asleep
tonight.
Listen to their crying,
and feel comfort in their pain,
for you are not alone in suffering.
Their is a life after loss.
Do not say
your last words to me
not yet, young one,
not tonight.
Keep your faith.
Your time shall come"
