• By the light of the moon
    She sang a subtle tune
    The siren that it seems favors me
    And as the cool winter breeze
    Whispered her song through the trees
    I am convinced that my heart simply ceased


    How long had I searched
    And many times hurt
    Evidence, the wounds of my mind
    Innumerable scars, scarcely yet healed
    No bandage, no splint, no bind,
    However, she called out to me
    Like an angel in a dream
    Like Poe’s ode to Annabelle lee
    For we are both lovers
    And they were both lovers
    In our kingdom by the sea.


    If lines of verse
    Make this longing worse
    Nevermore shall my pen ever fall,
    But until I return, into paper thoughts burn.
    In hopes of sedating them all
    But the ones of her
    I will linger on
    Through fading night
    ‘Til dreary dawn
    To never question this elaborate frame
    That contains a love that Aphrodite has drawn.