Wolves

I listened to a wolf and he sang out my sorrow
I listened to a wolf and he sang out my sorrow

And the wind picked up the cries,
sped across all the wild stones
and it vanished out in sighs.

You heard it too, I thought,
and I hoped that for my bones
you would have willingly fought.

But all I heard was a wolf and the thunder
But all I heard was a wolf and the thunder


We'll both be alright. We'll both
speak in tongues.

The shoreline will hold
all the stories we've sung.