Moon Dance

The wild wolf howls at yonder moon, No sign of happiness, For twilight comes by, oh so soon, The daylight to suppress... The wild wolf knows the moon dance well, Its gliding left to right, As if the passing time to tell To those that have insight... So no surprises dusk till dawn, No shifting from its course, No signs in Heaven meant to warn The breakers of God's Laws... The wild wolf howls as if to say, 'I'm not afraid of you! In fact, you often lead the way, So credit where it's due...' The wolf knows not how moons are made, No telescope has he, His eyes see only what's displayed For night-time eyes to see... While wolves can howl the whole night long, The moon's in outer space, To dance along without a song, In pure majestic grace... Denis Martindale, copyright, December 2012. The poem is based on the magnificent painting by Stephen Gayford called 'Moon Dance'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com