"sonnet16"

oh circle moon lovers delight
upon the painted sky he'll write
the silent memories between
the navy blue and little green
his soul she hears as moon does rise
the twinkling stars will be her prize
she pins them to his breast of black
as he returns her to her pack
she howls into the night for him
as stars above begin to dim
she curls around her tail of grey
and tries to keep the cold at bay
in time his breath is simply heard
and to the silence is preferred

"sonnet16"
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
15jan06