Ode to Layla

Ode to Layla
A weeping wolf so beautiful
As the sky turns shades darker than black
The stars in the sky whispering
On the river ducks do quack
Ode to Layla, dark beauty
Tis the meaning of her name
With golden hair and night blue eyes
Snow always falls on these days
And a silver moon does rise
Did you ever look into
This dreamer's eyes
And see millions of stories
That would make you cry and smile?
Would you hear just the thoughts
Of her imagination
Or feel the truth
In realization?
Ode to Layla
A wonderful silver wolf
I see in my mind and the night sky
My big sister I never had
Who can always make me smile