She Plays The Wolf's Song, A Poem About Moving On

The last rays of the sun
Like yellow rafters
Supporting the violet sky
Warm the window glass
On its way
To glint on the keys;
While her fingers,
Like a chorus
Of living dancers,
Prowl up and down the notes-
Like a grey wolf
Who lops out of a myth
Hunting with nobility
In the night
For the scent
Of song's dark echo in
Tunnels to worn out
Dreams memory.
Darkness conquers the day
Driving the wolf from his claim.
She lets the last note
Die-
Slowly
Like the wolf's lonely lament
Across midnight airs,
And chases the music away
As the first star
Breaks the night's quiet.

(C) A.E. Dozat 1/29/15