Your opaque heart
blinds my path to freedom.
I long for the waves, a raft
away from your misty shore.
Wolves in my castle, they howl,
a soul-cursing sound, a chill.
Like me, they tremble:
Will your half moon be full?
Bilingual writer, translator, reader, reviewer, journalist, independent scholar, publisher, and newish gardener
16 Apr 2015 Leave a comment
in NaPoWriMo2015, Writing Tags: Writing