Moon, moon, when you leave me aloneall the darkness isan utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonablenever to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to saywhen you see me.
Robert CreeleyAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: May 21, 1926
- Died: March 30, 2005