The Wild cannot tame its hunger
For it longs to run through the moonlit mire
While the moon watches wistfully, secretly wishing that she could run too
But she is stuck on her path, consistent and true
Dreaming of more than shining her light on the Wild
Dreaming of touch of his love enveloping her
But she remains still, detached but dreaming
Wishing the Wild would reveal himself and settle into her light