Howling at the Moon

She loved all places that carried the letters of

his name.

Loved his clean-shaved face, his smokey voice;

his short smooth hair, and his well cared toes.

He was everywhere, here and there…

He was in the late nights of chatty handwritings,

In the best-sellers stories, and well-stocked books;

In the genius brains, and dirtiest looks.

In the lovely windy nights, dancing with the wolves.

In the pleasant dreams, having cheerful talks.

Was in the glittering sun-rays, and enjoyable walks.

Eventually found him, in the romantic storylines;

In the flashing birthstone, counting emerald stars.

She wrote a name in the scattered moon-dust sky,

Howling at the Moon: “how and why?”

©️ANA TOMA

January 10, 2021

CHESHIRE, CT

“ Our Moon”🔥

Published by Ana Toma

“I’m a little bit of everything” ©️The unknown woman

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