night Howl

I Sat on the rock for hours waiting for the glare

-A glare of hope. Perhaps the light at the end of the tunnel

Only, in this case, it wasn’t a tunnel but a field of daisies,

Lavenders and a spray of roses.

I was at the edge.

The tiny cupid’s infection was rising inside me with every passing minute.

Who knows? I had a few lines from Raleigh’s verse:

“To live with thee, and be thy love.”

Was hoping to have the night and much more together.

Living, laughing, crying and singing. With the occasional forced sonnets

No turn-up.

So

I waited for more.

The moon gave up and seceded into the clouds. I looked at it perhaps begging

I wasn’t sure. This was the last minute.

The last shred of peace and hope was going

Hope and love! All together faded.

Ran back behind the clouds.

With my voice ringing in the background.

The wail… no, wait.

The howl of a dying wolf.