Night
by Blue Orchid
The night falls,
And with the moon rises my desire.
I pace the room like an animal caged,
A were-beast with no prey to hunt,
Trapped in a mountain ravine alone.
Wolves howl in the distance.
I dream to be one of them,
Fearless, night-silent, and powerful.
I would raise my voice in their song,
Answering call and howl, until a great male
Finds my scent and calls me to run with him.
Instead I stand here in the dark
The land around me flooded with moonlight.
Orion, benevolent protector, stands silently above.
The night wind blowing my hair back
As I raise my face, eyes-lidded, to the sky.
Then, in the dark, a sound, a rustle of the leaves.
I turn, poised to run to the safety of the lights
When I see him emerge from the brush
Tall, strong, with forest scents surrounding him.
Even as he approaches, I have given answer,
Accepted the invitation of his compelling yellow eyes.
