Sunday, February 10, 2008

Being with the moon (from my book)

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,
Spreading light when its needed by us all,
Never caring for the night and the fall,
From being seen to the oblivions of death,
And I feel life waiting for my last breath,
To get a chance to fly off to the skies,
And see the moon beyond the sunrise,
Just to be like a star in the day,
Unknown, unseen, hidden away,
Then wait for the sun to be gone,
And shine with the moon till the dawn...


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