Howling For the Moon
A soul is captured in the light,
To drift on winds through pine trees,
The wild river meeting the seas
As spirits, call the child of night.
In wilderness without a breeze
When darker clouds deny the moon,
A child howls across empty leas
Abandoned on a barren dune!
Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2011
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