Moonrise

Moonrise

His eyes close in full moon light
To see her face through this night
Urge to hold her he must fight
Because the time’s not yet right
He grinds his teeth with lusting bite
Holding her in his dreams tight
Strength of a Sag moon rising
He is wising to fate’s might.


I wrote this poem in the form of a Cyrch A Chwta.

The Witching Hour

The Witching Hour

Postcard

Postcard