Beaches, surfers, California girls. <br />Wind scented with fabulous dreams. <br />Bouganvillea, groves of oranges. <br />Stars are born, everything gleams. <br /> <br />A weather change. Shadows fall. <br />New scent upon the wind - decay. <br />Cocaine, Uzis, drive-by shootings. <br />Death is a banker. Everyone pays. <br /> <br />Under the winter moon's pale light, <br />across the cold and starry night, <br />from snowy mountains soaring high <br />to ocean shores echoes the cry. <br />From barren sands to verdent fields, <br />from city streets to lonely wealds, <br />cries the tortured human heart, <br />seeking solace, wisdom, a chart <br />by which to understand its plight <br />under the winter moon's pale light. <br />Dawn is unable to fade the night. <br />Must we live ever in the blight <br />under the winter moon's cold light, <br />lost in loneliness, hate, and fright, <br />last night, tonight, tomorrow night <br />under the winter moon's bleak light?<br /><br />Dean Koontz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-moon-4/
