I'm out. I've had two shocking nights of sleep. I best go get some sleep. Who knows? Maybe I can kick THIS STUPID WEB ADDICTION TOMORROW.
Well it is about 1:40AM.
The full moon gives me a feeling of sweet despair, a light in the darkness of the think black air,
On a night when the clouds passing o'er the moon, seem to be painted a translucent maroon...
can't remember the rest (it was long) as I wrote it over 20 years ago...
AP, loved your poem.... inspired and inspiring.
Good night.
Glad you're back, too, W.
G'night, sleep well.