Grey Moon

I feel his hungriness

in me

away from the sun

his strength of desire

in the distance we run

seeking horizons

away from the light

like shades in the darkness

in the greys of moonlight 

I live in his eyes

in his ways of the night

as he bays to the moon

I prey for the light

I prey for the end

on this darkest of nights

I prey for an end

to this wolf in my life

◄ Deeper

As the crow flies ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Sat 13th Jan 2018 21:38

Thank you Pat and col very much appreciated your comments.


All the best des

<Deleted User> (13762)

Sat 13th Jan 2018 16:54

the black wolf under a grey moon, the dark of winter days and nights, there's much to look forward to, we can only hope. Nice one Des. All the best, Col.

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