Moon of March

Moon of March
.....
I take and bring the brook murmurs.
Only I can sift the fog:
when main shy sun
manufactures Rainbow,
truth even,
the Artist I am:
I play the clouds!
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... however, intrepid
and torrid to the hearts,
it is so I shudder to
the night whistle
the ferrules of the longing
when the absence
it is a fear.

HSSoares© 2007