Phases Of The Moon by Michael Anderson
As Sorrow often sits with Sadness,
Challenged in what truths they hold.
Inherently relying on a touch of madness-
Lying in stories left untold.

So sit I with the tranquil viewing-
Of a starlit sky in June.
With all the peace of a werewolf misconstruing-
The phases of the moon.

The stars seem to shine before me-
Like lovers in line for a dance.
But it's ultimately that lunacy-
That spells for me romance.

And I cast my gaze upon her face,
Beaming ever-white and full.
Smiling, knowing, long as she's glowing,
Life never will be dull.

I'll wake the morrow well appeased,
And wink up at the sky.
Knowing my love, in fullness, though be pleased,
Won't be half as full as I.
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Anyway, I wrote a poem last night just kind of in fun, trying to lighten up the mood over here. I wasn't thinking much of it at first but since you have
the greeting card section up now.....I got to thinking. This is a simple piece about a werewolf and the moon, but it might make a pretty neat card.


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