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Were It,.... That I'd Howled 

It's that time, once more,

The moon,..... has come again.

To seek me out.

To haunt me, in my dreams,

To mock me...... as I sleep !

Cloaked, amongst the clouds.

A shimmering omnipotent orb.

That lovers worship, from afar.

Where hope, is but a word.

I kissed, my luck, goodbye!

I wished beneath it's cusp.

Bathed in a light, full of chill.

I spake unto that moon.....

Giajl © Jim Love