Monthly Archives: March 2008


The full moon sang a swan song
and the wind sifted through trees,
A musty smell sprang up from the ground,
and i drunk life to its lees.

My thoughts drifted and settled,
as the stars twinkled and mellowed.
I stared up at the night sky,
the moon looked ready to cry.

The pain in my heart gushed forth,
a million needles pricked
I lay back as dark clouds slipped past,
whispering secrets to the sky.

The touch of her face caressed my thoughts,
and the pages of my memory,
pressed together,
were torn apart.

Despair coursed through me,
Anguish I had never felt,
A solitary tear dropped to the ground,
And then,
It rained.