the wolf and the moon.

the wolf looks up 
and howls longongly at the moon
it needs it's partner
but forever seperated the two shall be
for that is how the world has made things. 
the howl rises and lowers
it's smooth, wordless song
shaking my heart
and tearing my carefully built wall 
apart
I hear myself in that song. 
and it hurts
to know 
that I too 
am a wolf
never close to the moon.