I am mesmerized by the moon.
Sovereign and spruce.
Like beauty, it grows, it fades… quietly.
It oversees lovers’ promises,
blood rites and sworn secrecies,
wolves’ howls.
It also oversees me,
as I look at your pictures,
for the eleventh time.
Will I ever give up?
You keep haunting my mind.
And the moon watches over me,
in silence.
