Saturday, July 17, 2010

The Knight at Night

The moon shines brightly over my knight
with his sweet kisses, I feel his might.

I wish and wail but all to no gain,
as I hold the night, I feel pain,

He comes; he goes and I am only his.
I come and I go, yet he is his own.

A lone wolf, that travels at night
is a lover that doesn’t stray,

so I am shunned when
my knight doesn’t stay.

Oh, how so much I loved
when the lone wolf of a lover
was mine during the night.

Written; March 1994