f u l l m o o n
(a howl of a thousand miles – after so many moonless nights, who is to say?)
so many lightless nights to come
(can you survive?)
draw the green and silver curtains closed, now,
you cannot bear to see another empty sky –
moonless, starless, lifeless,
you simply cannot.
A single howl echoes from far, far away
You jolt awake-
Leave the safety from under your white sheets,
And venture into the darkness
Who knows what you might discover
Perhaps a lone full moon,
faded into the indigo cloak of sky
(only visible from human's squint)
And a grey wolf baying under its faint light –
(It would be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.)
Wouldn't it?
The white saucer like some full moon descends / At last from the clouds of the table above. -Harold Monro