Friday, August 12, 2016

The Moon

The sun went down that night to the sound of your voice.  The blue hue's of the night set amongst the clouds.  The moon rose that night with lost time.  The dark sky mocking me with its distance.  Almost as far as you were.  you were always my moon.  Miles away, illusive, but you always brought me home.  The sky, like silk, reminded me of the shirt you always wore.  The clouds, as they twisted, reminded me of your hair.  And amongst these beauties shinned the moon.  Forever the beacon in the sky bringing me back to you.

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