Night Exposure

The moon is a summoning eye
All things are drawn to it.
A line of hopes and fears strings
From here to there; swings shakily
In that peerless pearling light.
There is no denial.
The moon gazes on everything
Serene, steadfast, startling.


Geo. said…
La pleine lune! Mais oui, je hurle, je hurle décidément! --understand, all werewolves are French. I have no idea why. Help!
Lisa Southard said…
Il voit trop! Et parle une langue que je connais à peine mais comprends parfaitement!- oh, you're right! Run!

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