"Last Visitation of the White Goddess" by David Sellers

It was on the first night of the summer
In the magical middle of June,
And I had gone down to the Rapidan River
To write poems and howl at the moon.

Now I’d always heard that the goddess
Luna, Selena , Cybelle…
Is a muse that drives poets to madness
As the full Moon when casting her spell.

And I felt all youth’s yearning returning,
After years of regret and neglect;
Yeah, I swear that that night was so clear, Dear,
That I truly believed we’d connect.

But it’s years since that night in midsummer,
Since that mystical evening in June;
And you never came back as you’d promised,
And I’m too old to howl at the Moon.