
HOWLING AT THE MOON
It’s a pointless conversation
In a dark and empty room
You might as well go speak to
The grey wolf howling at The Moon
Searching for castles in the air
Lost in that same dark and empty room
Thinking of tomorrow’s daydreams
Praying they’ll come true sometime soon
This day, it counts for nothing
Worldwide, faces in disguise
In the clear sight of the invisible
Makes for sad eyes and sad goodbyes
Was it written in the stars
Or dressed up in some new tune
Those pointless conversations
Howling at The Moon?
Music wise the song below – one I wrote back when I was a student – fits my current mood, lost in a lock-down’s creativity free zone. The song seems it has real purpose now. I’d like to give it a new title. I hope you enjoy;

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awe I love that sooo much .. .picture drew me in because .. my mom’s animal was a wolf. that picture reminds me of her so much .. love the poem 😘 great job
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Thank you ~ George
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