Going back to Jilly’s Jim Harrison quotes for inspiration. This one is
“The moon is to blame. I am innocent”
There are nights when there is only the moon,
No stars, no shadow-light, no scented jasmine,
And the sound of stolid breathing fills the silence.
There are nights when there is nothing more
Than the cold pallor of the moon
And the tracery, black filigree of the elms
That scratch and claw the soft velvet of the sky.
And on those nights of hush, when you are curled in sleep,
The anguish of the day all washed away,
I clench white barn owl fingers to stop the screams,
And leap into the dark, bat-whispering and soft
As a mare’s nose, and skim the hedges, then the tree tops,
Until the dawn’s grey light steals my wings.
Do you wonder that I look with cold disdain
at your pink dishevelledness
and turn for passion to the arms of the night?