An aura of moonstone,
a ghostly pale gleam,
Her eyes like opals,
lost in a silent dream.
Luna skies are saying,
with stories untold,
And starry constellations,
like legends of old.
Coral reefs shimmer,
in heavens so vast,
A jasmine perfume,
from a sorrowful past.
A halo of white,
in the silvery air,
Shimmery waters,
reflecting despair.
Beneath the celestial night,
shadows creep slow,
Where remnants of heartache
forever will flow.
A haunting reminder,
of love turned to dust,
In moonstone and opals,
And all turned to dust
THE LONELY WHITE WOLF 