She sat on the edge of a cliff inhaling the moonlight

Silver dripped into her watery lungs as her feet dangled over the edge the

Wind carried away all her feelings and gave her

A reason to fall to her death.

All her tears drifted away on the mountainous air and

The stars twinkled brightly reaching to her aid

Gave her a soft landing on a pillow of light

The feathers were tethered to every lock of her hair

And she stifled a sob as she cried with all her might.

The rain never let up that night.

The wolves found a treat for their young who were hungry they

Nuzzled her shoulder only to find her eyes were

Open and breath escape from her frame, the wolves knew

They were one and the same.

Dragged her through leaves to a cave in the west they

Could watch the sunrise easily.

As the horizon was painted with fire and roses

She tried to remember what that feeling was like.

Forgetting herself, she started to shiver

Burying her face into the wolves grey fur.

Said “If I had a lover, she’s be strong and beautiful

Grey and wise and warm, just like you.

But I’m on my own and that will never change.”

And she slipped from her consciousness just like that.