Sleepless....

There’s moodiness in the wind tonight
A hunger in the moon
And in the trickle of starlight
I catch a somber tune
The shadow ‘neath September’s eye
Deepens in the dusk
And on the breeze I think that I
Can taste a hint of musk

Beyond the cricket’s serenade
The deep blue midnight lies
If you were here then we would wade
Into her endless skies
But on the breeze I feel a tear
Who knew the wind could weep
Yes, I wish that you were here…
…it sure beats counting sheep

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Janet Martin