Were It,.... That I'd Howled

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 


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