the debt

the grey is fast descending
the moon is at it's full
the wolf is torn with sadness
alone upon the hill

the sound of silence echoes
along the river way
the wolf once more remembers
the debt which he must pay

for loving is a gifting
of heart and soul and time
real loving is a joining
of all that's yours and mine

a life alone is less than
true love is meant to be
for following the single path
is lonesome without thee

to forgive me or forget me
lies solely in your sway
so now the wolf must howl alone
or find another way

i wonder will you ever know
the truth, which is, i miss you so

Copyright © 2013 by Eryll Oellermann