Howling: Robert St. Germain

Like wolves howling in the night,
your voice makes me feel alright.
And my soul rises up to a moon so bright.
In the deepest woods of my heart,
something tells me we shall never part.
Your presence is a cool fall wind,
taking me somewhere I have never been.
Fall is a prelude to a winter soon to be.
Still, even in the coldest nights,
our heart will stay warm and free.
The birds that chirp sing of our love.
And together we shine as the stars above.

 

Dedicated to Cassandra Kulay