G in a year

Jan 13 2025

Where are the wolves to howl, a journey across the sky? what does her stage light reply, coming from behind, I howl love you, rather, a question, o moon, coming round the bend in unbending spirit, a truth, wave crashed upon a sea, of light, how I reflect you tonight, virile, in me moon that i try find? And what’s to come? Noone knows, you’re eccentric, offbeat, O, a halo, you’re queen, but I speak only soliloquies of love, to you, above, in candlelight constellations in lives burning and howling, of love, unending tho transforming, under your care, drawn in romantic scenes I can’t cross out or tear up: we could be running together, across the sky tonight, two wolves in spirit, high on life: it would be a first date on a full moon, I can’t touch

Jan 3 2026

In your path, still can’t reach you, moon. Many moons past, and tonight, my wolf’s journey flight to the sky-queen. I’m in hope bright, yet I’m still last moon-years wannabe. This moon last moon’s memory. Perhaps next moon, take me in my troubles, follow my troubled dream, moon to moon. Take my troubles out of me, and place them as steps for the queen. My dream. You’re each new moon to me, my queen. My werewolf ahead, and closely following the moon, orbiting my spirit’s instincts, the wolf moon and I drum on tune Black Betty, synchronicity of celestials, elliptical heartbeat, a howl to thee. I follow my wolf, “Is you in tonight’s dream, wolf queen.” I am led by you, bright queen, this mad destiny: you. Every moon to every moon, drawn by your light, you moon, I’ll follow my werewolf spirit, following thee