roaring at the moon

midnight’s silver light heard us whisper
romantic gibberish
hand in hand the city was ours
a sensual kiss on the church steps
daring love, its spark
extinguished too soon
wax without a wick, dead candlelight

the promises you made
a rake’s deception
stabbed unimaginable pain through my heart
your adieu was my rendezvous at hell's gates

I grew bitter and forgetful
solitary armor against future loss
your treason became my derision
yet I have returned many times to your village
where our love once illuminated my life
each night the desperate chorus of the wolves
overwhelmed the waves crashing against the cliff
and I, submerged by the might of my anguish
I roared at the moon till dawn


         roaring at the moon
         18 april, 2006
         Revised 13/3/2010

Original Version:

romantic gibberish
moonlight, hand in hand
a sensual kiss on the church steps
daring love, its spark too soon diminished
candle without a wick, over too quick

the promises you made
were the deception of a rake
unimagined was such pain
your adieu was my rendezvous at hell's gates

bitter and unbelieving
protective choice against future loss
never understanding love's treason
I have returned to the village since
where you loved me once
the wolves have joined in chorus
while waves crashed on the rocky beach
I howled the might of my anguish
and roared for hours at the moon