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