Thursday, January 19, 2006

Being with the moon

Sometimes I just sit and dream in the afternoon,
What is it like to be beyond vision like the moon?
Hidden away in a closet of daylight,
Waiting for the moment when it's night,
And come forth in the dark and shine,
Giving hope to the ones lost in time...

This poem is a part of the collection in my book “Across the wall of my mind”

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