Glowing waves
of grey and white
iridescent clouds
wash softly
against the pale shores
of the night sky
They lap against
the shining moon
But it is a beauty
I can’t enjoy
My love, my love
is not at my side
The beauty is lost on me alone
I am lost as me alone.
She sleeps
As the night does beautiful things
She sleeps
While I wonder
What would I ever do
without her?
All the beautiful things of the world
are lost
on me alone
Tomorrow I think
We will watch the sunset
and the moon rise
Tomorrow, tomorrow
Feb 17, 2024
Feb 17, 2024 at 6:05 PM UTC
Glowing waves
of grey and white
iridescent clouds
wash softly
against the pale shores
of the night sky
They lap against
the shining moon
But it is a beauty
I can’t enjoy
My love, my love
is not at my side
The beauty is lost on me alone
I am lost as me alone.
She sleeps
As the night does beautiful things
She sleeps
While I wonder
What would I ever do
without her?
All the beautiful things of the world
are lost
on me alone
Tomorrow I think
We will watch the sunset
and the moon rise
Tomorrow, tomorrow
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