Nights on Spice Island #1.17
Updated: Sep 12
Forget not the faded midnight
and its wolves.
For night wolves feast not upon bones
but upon cares.
Shun not that hour that miserable makes
the anxious heart.
But, that moment, seize.
Like seasoned chops,
on your starlit doorstep,
lay out your angst.
With cries, beckon nigh the fierce beasts.
With them, gnaw the fearsome meat.
Sit, then, with your wolves in the quiet eye
of aftercry -
these loyals who night after night
Forget your wolves not,
for come tomorrow and the dawn,
the smile lighting your dimples
shall be true.
shall be your troubled heart.