Kissing the moon

Holding on to the night
While the darkness is silent
and there is no clasping shadows
To hold you bound.

A far off wolf howls, pain in his heart
And in turn, the night agrees
Regret that falls short of catastrophe
Swells inside a weeping abyss.

Hold on to the quiet times
When no one holds your soul
Breathe easy with the shadows
And worry not for those who fall.