The Painting

The painting,
it's moon shines brightly,
lines of black and yellow,
do whisp over its pages.
Wind that's non existent,
does twine through the shaded trees.
And finally,
the wolf, so tall and exhilarant.
He stands and watches over me,
again the moon shines bright.
The bluish tints being out the glory,
of the magic wish.
Is this but mixes of color,
or something so much more?

Date written: May 28th 2008