I lay in my blankets watching the stars
Little brights spots of light
Like twinkling eyes at night
No sound do they make
So sound has no place
In this heaven of blinking lights
A Wolf add melody to this loneliness
A cry of sheer forlorn
A sound of deep intent
Of love past and hopes to make
Of dreams to come
The darkness closes in
Sleep's silent curtain covers all
So quiet, So still
Like Death's own hand
Till Morn has come again.