Full moon

What could be more precious
Than hearing what you feel
Watching the full moon
As the clouds disappear.
There’s a face, there’s a cat
There’s the memory
We neglect to forget
There’s our life
And there’s our pain
We show it all
And try to change
We see ourselves
In shade or in light
The way the world looks at us
Will never get us right
For one moment
We can be one
And for the next
We’re all alone
I love I hate I care I don’t
I am a wolf and I’m white as the moon