Wolf   (Music - Mike Iannicello, Lyrics - Ed McGee)

Just a glimpse
at three o'clock
flashing through the forest there,
too quick to catch,
too calm to call,
I pause and, where you were, stare.

Then once again,
in blurry sprint,
through silver-green at nine or ten,
your passage framed
by moonlit boughs,
you've somehow crossed my path again.

Is this our time, wolf?
Are we aligned?
Why so hard to find, wolf?

At last a meadow marks the space
between me and your glistening face.
At twelve o'clock, you pant and grin,
so smooth, your wilderness within.
Wolves or something much the same
and the full moon deeming all fair game,
what choice but fire and passion chants?
Whenever again this meadow chance?

Take it from me          (from wolf to wolf)
This is the place to be      (from wolf to wolf)
With Sister Moon above   (from wolf to wolf)
Like some cursed love     (from wolf to wolf)

I see you, wolf…

After the fires fade to ash,
After the dawn selects a sash,
A misty rouge, a vampire wine,
An ocean blue horizon line,
I’ll run with you until the forest ends,
Across the sea where it begins again,
Until we find another meadow moon,
Our sacred tryst, our wicked boon.

Run with me, wolf.
Moon, call the spirits here.