The Measuring Time

The wolves of night

Draw ever closer

For this is the measuring time.

Big and cold the proud moon sits

On heaven’s darkest shelf:

Streetwalkers prize for the taking.

‘Ere sunup and warmth

Some will find loving,

Some will be wanting love;

Many will find love wanting.

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4 thoughts on “The Measuring Time

  1. Perfect Piece 👌
    The measuring time Truly.
    Impressed by the beauty of the poem

  2. assia7 says:

    I can feel the sound of your thoughts straight in my soul

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