moon riding high in midnight skies.
A howling wolf, alone, his faith untried.
An eerie touch upon the skin.
The veil is growing very thin tonight.
distance seethes, evaporating.
Images, surreal, incorporating
all the little things he used to know.
Silently, the echoes seem to grow.
ride on high. A mist appears.
Swirling through the atmosphere.
He swears he sees her drawing nigh.
But still, the emptiness abides.
spaces where he floats concentrically.
Daring them to come, the mysteries.
While one by one, they split and change.
Until his life is rearranged.
the full moon rides
through midnight skies
? Michaelette ?
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