MIDNIGHT'S TRYSTS

There are those who say the moon has no voice That it hangs alone in icy silence Mocked by the twinkling of jealous stars A corpse illuminated by cold darkness The Werewolves would argue in her defense For without her they would know no passion Feel not the surging power of the night Wander through life’s fog strewn emptiness No voice, does she not whisper to lovers Ease the clumsy angst of untrained lips Calm in silver light a fearful darkness Allow a muffled passion’s gentle howl Her voice the unheard song in shrouded mists That nullifies the lies of midnight’s trysts