Heart of the Wolf

My friend Teresa Ashby tells us in her blog that January's full moon is known as the wolf moon. I didn't know this, but I did write this poem a few years ago. Perhaps I was channeling something, as it was one of those poems that wrote itself and has a strange, almost ritual quality.

HEART OF THE WOLF

At the heart of Man is the Wolf,
at the heart of Wolf is the Moon.
At the heart of the Moon are our dreams -
I hope you find yours soon.
Dreams of the man, dreams of the wolf
and the brightest, bravest Moon

At the heart of Wolf is the Moon
and Wolf's at the heart of Man.
At the heart of the Moon are the dreams
that we've had since time began.
Dreams of the wolf, dreams of the moon
and a howl at the heart of Man.

The howl of Wolf is the lust
for sinew, blood and bone.
The howl of Man is the dust
of the dreams he's never known.
Howl of the man, howl of the wolf
and the keen of the wind through bone.

The dreams of the Moon are dark.
The dreams of the wolf are bright.
Who knows of the dreams of Man
in the hollow shield of night?
Dreams of the man, dreams of the wolf
in the moonstone silver light.

At the heart of Man is the wolf.
At the heart of Wolf is the Moon.
At the heart of the Moon are are dreams -
I hope you find yours soon.
Dreams of the man, dreams of the wolf
and the silent, secret Moon.