While gazing upon the crescent moon and reflecting on the passing of a dear friend today this came to me. Please constructive criticism is welcome as I hope to develop my ability to write.
Crescent Moon gazing down
Upon our lives so fleeting.
You who in days of yore
Heard offered lambs a bleating.
Do you still hear OUR cries?
Do they reach your celestial shore?
When we raise our voice on high
...Remember us once more!
~Ouroboros~
James Sayers


