A Wolf Moon rose last night:
    who stands to share these bright nights?

Whose eyes search the velvet night
    to bask in each drop of golden light?

Which heart will be enchanted
     by the mystic runes woven into the Wolf Moon?

For whom does this moon shine;
   Reflecting beneath that ancient sine?

Whose hand will touch the velvet night
     and tease the ripples of moonlight?

Whose fingers trace the muted runes pressed deeply
     into the silent dunes of this Wolf Moon?