very nice
tick tock . . . . . . the time is slowly passing by . . . . . .
much more slowly than I wish it to . . . . . .
waiting for dark shadows to begin their sensual dance
and for the moon to make the trees shine like silver
Off in the distance you can hear a lone wolf howl
I wait
I wait for the hour when I might depart
on a single gust of wind
to my destination