Release Me

In the aftermath of silence, I still seek your name...

The Devil is a Fisherman (and the Moon is his lure)

Lured by the devil moon's promise, we are reeled in

Comes the moon, summoned by a sigh...

Nothing is permanent, or so they say

I saw Summer through my window - so close, yet so far away

The poet's love waits, beneath the willow

And with that simple question, the floodgates of life opened up.