In the moonlight’s glaze
A girl with ashen curls
At first I could not say
With what I was most amazed
How she could hold the world
In such contempt each day
As if I am not here
Standing beside her
An ignored man, I fear
There is something serious
Wrong with the moon tonight
Copyright (C) Richard Rowell 2004
Image: (c) Lyn Lomasi; All Rights Reserved