Out of piercing silence a coyote calls...
Lone wanderer dreads emptiness that befalls
those who -- perchance -- may come, alas to this
state where, outside the warmth of human bliss
They face the agony of loneliness.
What can be done to ease souls' hunger pain?
Like coyote... cry out through darkness again --
And yet again -- lest emptiness devour
Your deepest need -- and thus forestall the dawn
that breaks when soul meets soul for one brief hour.
© 1995 Joan-Marie Moss