The moon has gone to bed
under the blanket
of the grey cloud.
while stars
have turned off.

Only a few twinkle in dismay.
I tramp in the dark
to be wrapped
in the warmth
of the bosom of my wife.
I hear inside
my better half
whispering, murmuring, muttering.
in glamour.
Seen stolen my life
leaving the secret to the dark
I decamp my home.