Jan 20, 2007

My gracious moon...

On a brisk afternoon, a languid soul wonders...
Why are the stars saved for darkness?
For they wait for the sun to set...
To find a place next to my gracious moon.

Why do you play hide and seek with me?
The gray clouds conspire with a smirk...
You do not know how I feel.
But hope shall await patiently for eternity,
For my voice to win you over.

1 comment:

  1. A little bit of hope gets vanquished,
    With every drop of unyielding eternity.

    Memories and anticipations anguished
    Tumble into oblivion and anonymity.