he sits silently always watching

she stays just out of reach

how he longs to sit and hold her closely

yet it is not meant to be

twice every three or so years they embrace in passing

but all he can do is give a pale reflection of her light

stoically his need is hidden amongst the clouds
he goes through the phases

hiding his face when the pain is too much to bear

renewed in his love for her

the wolves bay giving voice to the longing he cannot

yet still he sits watching her

just out of reach