Wolf And Moon

By Prashant Kumar Basera

Dark is the night, my love;

I am weeping here in loneliness, and you are smiling above.

My love is literal moon, i was tempted by her light;

So here i am, roaming alone in everlasting cold night.

My home is far behind, and my love is far ahead;

Now the forest is in front of me, and the final decision is to be made.

Should i enter in, or should i go back home instead;

The home where sun rises, the home where i played.

I looked at my love, and in an instant i know;

There is no way back, into the everlasting dark night i may go.

By Prashant Kumar Basera