When streams with skipping stones and rills withdraw
and owls with feathered eyes are flying low,
I’ll lose the thousand years that wore me raw
oh moon, oh moon caress this lonely soul.


The clouds with lilac whispers streak with rain
and slowly wrap my heart with pelting drops,
as brooks with song shall sing a sad refrain
their mist becomes my pain before it stops.


Like wisps of breath that seek an even flow,
I search the sullen moon and skies for love
that hears the echoes, freely wrapped in glow
and linen white, like stars in heaven’s glove.


Oh moon, oh moon for lovers… please the night
with beams that smooth and sate with cloying light.

© By Marilyn Terwilleger(mterwilleger@bresnan.net)