A Deep Werewolf Dream

I'm howling at the moon
Always searching for you
I know you’re in the night
Wanting to taste and bite

Moving through the forest
With a dangerous quick speed
Looking, searching through the crimson night
Can you hear me calling?

Could this be possible?
Or could it be our fate
Are you my nightmare?
Or my one true mate

The moon shining on me from above
Showing a way from me to you
Such a feeling of magic embraces me
Is this what it feels like to be near you?

Such warmth, such love
Makes me want howl
The trees start to move back and forth
Pushing me to you, will you come too?
As silky grass rub against my feet

So hurry and find me
And use the moon
And hear my call howl
Follow my love and listen to the tune

Follow my love
Follow me
Straight to the full moon

by tierra fisher

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Comments (5)

This poem is the epitome for all artists and visionaries to repeat to themselves when in moments of self doubt. Van Gogh, Thelonius Monk and others like them bear the truth and embody the meaning behind this poem.
The brilliance if this poem, I think, lies in the word 'demure.' It's such a harmless word, entirely unworthy of chains.
Wow nice pen work
I absolutely love this poem. A wonderful professor turned me on to Ms. Dickinson and I haven't looked back since. Sorry, I'm not going to inject any snotty intellectual elitism here. Dickinson never needed it and this piece presents a fine insight into why.
Emerson said: It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion, it is easy in solitude to live after one's own. But great is the man who in midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.