Aching in the Moonlight
It’s night
Alright
But a full moon
The super moon
Wakes me at 3
Like an alarm
I married a Wolfe
Perhaps I am to howl
But I love the silence
In which I can hear
The ear sounds
Of my nervous system
Like a sea shell
Alright
But a full moon
The super moon
Wakes me at 3
Like an alarm
I married a Wolfe
Perhaps I am to howl
But I love the silence
In which I can hear
The ear sounds
Of my nervous system
Like a sea shell
Held to the ear
Sounds the ocean
I hear the whoosh
Of blood flow
Through my migrainous head
The pain keeping me
On the depressive side of mania
For in the distance
Coyotes sing
Their haunting howl
Usually heralds mania in me
A serenade
On moonlit hills
An elemental thrill
Perhaps time for a pill
To send me into the oblivion
Of Morpheus
And lead me to pain free dreams
And relief from this marathon
Of blinding ague
Where only the moonlight
So soothing and gentle
Does not hurts my throbbing eyes
Gone is the Magic
Snow falls
in hushed tones
magically transforming all,
dressing trees in white,
lace-like filigree.
These trees now gone,
on the old dirt path,
victims of a wilderness
lost to landscaping,
taming the wild
into manicured parks,
leaving many animals now
homeless,
leaving a loss
of beauty that once reigned
supreme.
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