The Beasts Lament/ Song to the Moon
Howl beast, Howl to the moon
As your pained boom meets
The scraggy yap of the local stray.
I wonder, what do you both say?
Say, in your own, unfathomable way?
But you said it all, poor thing.
You are left alone,
Alone again, again tonight.
You don’t know where they went, do you?
Nor why.
How far they’ve gone?
No.
you howl in hope,
that you’re in their minds,
As they are, in yours, for all time.
One thing, beast,
of indeterminate breed,
Your howl quickly grates against my weary ear.
Its late at night,
And though your world maybe small,
Nothing beyond, your nose, and your gate,
I am engaged with tomorrow,
And while I share to some extent, your sorrow,
You have howled, now, for far too long
No one, its seems, cares for your sorrowful song.
Silence.
and let your heart break.
The spirit of this beast must die,
If I am to get my rest,
My rest tonight.
Truths at night can hide,
And in my dreams will this reside.
I wish, poor beast,
that you could howl to the moon
Forever.
And that the moon might deign to reply.
And that beast,
you and I,
Might both sleep,
sleep
