Reunion

I used to howl when twilight descended;
my muse a yellow orb leading me--
my guidepost in a sea of darkness
so black my heart turned inky
from disuse.

My paw prints created paths of dust
and my tail swept them clean
as it hung so low
to match the bellow
in my heart.

The stars could not quell my yearning,
which twinkled faintly till morning
drove me to fitful sleeping
and the dew gathered like tears
weeping on a dull grey coat.

Then, when my desire to live subsided,
the sky at night turned lighter
and my eyes gleamed brighter
as winter carpeted the land in flakes of lace.

And I heard his howling
even before I spied him lolloping
on banks of snow and ice,
his hind legs carrying him to me
in powerful long strides.

Winter's embrace never felt more bracing
than it did that fateful morning
when our noses met in a moist reunion
and the skies turned a soft vermillion
as our hearts finally intertwined.