Sunlight's drawn sleepily to edged waning moon
Thundering hoofs can be heard, silent wolf
Crisp saddled morning brings tears to the young maiden
Her love is flames who spirit appears
Mystically tints each frog moon
Glowing gently in unabridged calm
Unique tailed sunsets
Lost awaiting his longing arm
Surrounded in snowy banks
She drys her tears by the waterfalls sadly
On the far edge reigns hidden images of he
Painted in wings of glory, there beautiful tender love story
Spirits meet in the ebony wings and dance
Breathtaking captive in endless rivers flowing , soft slowing
She will wait each night for his wings to show
Each wolfs dance of life