Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face

Where Yellow Moonlight Graced Her Pretty Face When young, so damn foolish in my great pride I rode the wind, felt like a mighty king Looking back, find nothing I want to hide do most of it again, complete the ring. Days and nights flowing in sweet river songs where yellow moonlight graced her pretty face For such times, my soul now so deeply longs without sad heartache, I want to erase. Lost times, those nights disappeared into dark sadness flows in, reminds me of my past I was once, a vicious beast, hungry shark the good times flew away far, far too fast. When young, so damn foolish in my great pride My darkness did things I can not abide! Robert J. Lindley, 4-30-2016 Poem Syllable Counter Results Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: N/A Total # Words: 114