April 9th
Howling for the
moon
The night now leaves you howling for the moon
Since he has taken all you had away
Now all your hope is cast upon the dune.
Those heady days of summer back in June
He harvested like bundled bales of hay
The night now leaves you howling for the moon.
By day you search the fields, the beach and swoon
Where once you loved beneath the sun’s hot ray
Now all your hope is cast upon the dune.
Your heart and life still sing, but out of tune
You sing for him as time ticks from each day
The night now leaves you howling for the moon.
You can’t forget the way he left at noon
Your aching heart and no words left to say
The night now leaves you howling for the moon
And all your hope is cast upon the dune.
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