I take my wine out to the garden
and raise my glass to the moon,
as I often do.
We are old friends.
Trees and shadows play with moonlight on the walk
as people stream by from the park where sun held them all day.
They do not understand why the bright moon
chose me to shine on.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
I take my wine out to the garden
and raise my glass to the moon,
as I often do.
We are old friends.
Trees and shadows play with moonlight on the walk
as people stream by from the park where sun held them all day.
They do not understand why the bright moon
chose me to shine on.