14 September 2012
The wolf howled as the ghostly moon rose,
Distant whispers were carried by the trees,
Trembling shadows fell upon the willows,
Some leaves we're carried by the breeze.
I awoke hearing the silent echoes,
And listening to cricket's quiet song.
I saw the owls with golden haloes,
This is the silent place where I belong.
Unfinished Sonnet • Opuss № I