Poem: MoonWrath

Those things I cannot say, let the moon hear. 

Those things that go unnoticed by man both day and night;

May they all reveal themselves under all stars,

both near and yellow, or far and white. 

May the sun in its warming rays be merciful

drying the tears of those who weep in the dawn and dusk in dust. 

May the moon in its dark veils be a keen eye of knowing

bending to the dreams of those who toss

so that those without voices may be seen

Even though there is no one to witness!

This poem was posted on my homepage at http://www.moonwrath.com