Mar 09, 2012 06:50
Baying at the moon - I hear you
Through the white all enveloping fog
Hides you from my view
I wonder what makes your cry
What is it your feel?
Are you mourning the approach
Are you on the prowl?
Completely as ease
Enthralled by your wildness
What made you call out-
Into the moonlit fogged night
Who are you - Why did you call?
Were you calling out to me?
Some primal secret
You wished to share
That I should have related to
But my disregard left you unfulfilled
Through the blanket of white
Like a ethereal spectre
Refusing to dance - I do pass
Whilst the all consuming fire - within you alone
Makes you throw back your head
Howling at the moon - I hear you
Do we both exist in this night
Waiting on tenter-hooks
Until dawn or did I just imagine your call
poetry,
circa 2004