Not a leaf moves
Not a blade of grass shows its life
Time reveals its sleepy face
Only in the fading daylight.
In the sky, just a tiny speck
Though distant, yet never cold
Enough is her light to keep me company
Enough for my pen to move.
Lone star watching over me,
My silent glass muse,
Before morning calls my name
I write just for you tonight.
1 comment:
hw do u do it...create beauty with so little...weave magic out of thin air...u make me breathless and actually make me enjoy it....amazing buddy rock on
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