In My Dreams, I Heard You Sorrowing

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"Beware, the Ides of March"*,

under the full moon,

I intuit the foreboding

of a darkness 

coming soon.

In my dreams, 

I heard you sorrowing,

your wolf howl
haunting, harrowing.

Waking in tears, I try

to decode the message
in your cry :

such mournfulness, your very essence,

premonition? prescience?

Two paths possible ahead:

one to beloved beaches far,

the other one
to where you are.

I, left to wonder,
with hope and dread,

to which one 

I am being led.

[* from the play Julius Caesar]

Okay, I dont really think I'm going to die soon - still way too much to do! But used for effectiveness here, for Susan's Mid-Week Motif challenge: the Ides of March, or prescience. Cool prompt! Do check out the other offerings...........full moon poems - there will be some good reading!