A purple moon
Betrays no emotion
From its veiled sky
Of night and disarray

Through fate’s door,
Thrust against will,
A wolf embarks
On the strangest of journeys

In this land,
The wind has banished
Scents from its
Back

The earth has
Swept clean
Trails and paths
From its face

And the sky
Has drowned
All stars
In their navigational seas

Disorder stands
Upright,
Its oily boots atop
The graves of laws and vows

A violet crescent outlines
The wolf’s new home,
A thousand horizons
Hiding an ocean of searching souls


A Thousand Horizons (c) 2010 by Vincent Lowry