The Lone Boy

© Megan, All rights reserved

At the heart of night
watch for the 
lone boy waiting 
in the pale moons light
eyes forever ice to cloud
stars 
apon faded jeans 
upon silver hair 
black leather shines 
half wild 
stills lightly mad  
bewildered by time 
chained to the night 
as he stalks 
he might here a 
shift into a moon beach
and be gone