A lifeful of Lunacy  

how magical the Moon must seem to that lonesome Wolf…

yet they both must wait –

how long

                a day

                a week

to be in union once again

 

He,

                Transfixed by her DAZZLING light…

 

Her,

                entangled in His song.

 

Two solitary souls find comfort in their mystical companions

longing for more

                                yet content with the night

 

. . . . .

 

AND JUST LIKE THAT

you throw yourself back

WHAT AM I TO DO?

HOW AM I TO ACT?

 

. . . . .

                                                but at least you broke first

                                                that much you can’t deny

still, it is misery

til the Moon

hears

her Wolf’s

cry