Hunters Moon

Phantoms with shifting shapes

Thunder down to ground themselves
Like fallen angels
Toward a glowering light beyond the trees.

If only Gwynn would ride with me tonight

To hear again the ocean – like roar
Which issues forth from clouds of nameless shadows
And forgotten bones…

Would he still recall the horrors of challenge?

Offset by a full moon rising
To the bark of the north wind
Or an amber sunset.

And would he, then, stand patiently by

While each specter waited like a great bird of prey
To swoop upon us, unbidden
As we rode to clash like armies
Of a darkening road.