There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls, -
my soul totally assuaged as good feelings wash towards the shore.
The waves of the beach gently touches my feet and makes me feel like a foal, -
with a quiet beating heart, a safe-haven I conjure.
A poisonous zephyr, pierced through my veins and harks to her doleful gramophone tune, -
resisting the melancholic sound, my peaceful stage crunched.
I tardily raised my gaze beyond the forth stretched flowing Neptune, -
even with the bright bedazzling moon, a black tear plunged.
My hard earned composure swiftly set the sail like an incautious pirate, -
her thoughts never left me, it lingered, new emotions plod.
Its another full moon, the rite has ceased to help me elate, -
I'm just a down and out lover surfing through the soppy clod.
Like a determined voyager, i hope to navigate through the storms
And patiently wait on a new moon and the night that never comes
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