Once upon a time, the sky was filled with joy, of the love and cherish for the wolf and the moon.
They were lovers, with stories so beautiful, everyone in the sky must have heard of their tales.
Not a single wish from the moon that the wolf forgot to give, nor a single day the moon forgot to tell the wolf of how much she loves him.
Until the day, the trickster of the north decided to come, out of hatred for their love.
The trickster envy them, their wonderful stories, their joy, their smiles, the very tale of the wolf and the moon.
‘Pick some wild flowers down on earth’ he said to wolf, ‘it is the only wish the moon has never told you’.
The wolf always fulfil the moon’s wish. So he ran, as fast as he can, so afraid that the moon would get sad because of her hidden wish he forgot to give.
He ran, down to the edge of the earth. Found the wild flowers, then try to get back to the sky as fast..
But the sky rejected him. He has touched the earth soil for too long they say. There is no place for him anymore.
he ran, and he ran, yet the trickster has finally got him, no matter how much he ran, he will never see the moon like before. He can’t even shed a tear now, nor can he see the tears shed by the moon.
Then he stopped running.. Fate, the one thing he can never run from.
Now every full moon, the one day that she would turn her full face on earth. The wolf cried. Such long and seems un ending howl.
For one day he hope, they could be together like before.
I, too was once a wolf chasing nothing
Running so fast, yet without destination
Then the moon stares at me, looking so beautiful, gave me purpose.
Then I cried to her, calling her. Hoping she could hear me from that distance
Then the fate let me, a way to the moon.
She lend down her arm, out of pity maybe, so I can be with her up there
As we dance in the sky, I saw the moon’s true face, a face more beautiful than she ever showed before.
As for that day, this wolf found purposes, to make the moon happier each day, to make her enjoy her time so much more than the times when she’s alone.
But then the moon decided to fly away. ‘To go among the brightest stars’, she said
Deep down, I know she belongs there, deep down, I am so happy to see her fly higher than before.
Then the wolf started to cry again, out of joy this time. Not to the moon, but to the stars.
As the moon has turned into the brightest star the wolf has ever seen.