Mar 2015
Without you,
You pour water to the moon,
To the pale burn of this eventide,
My spirit is wet, dampened,
The first snow will escape
From these stars
And I will miss you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
You pour water to the moon,
To the pale burn of this eventide,
My spirit is wet, dampened,
The first snow will escape
From these stars
And I will miss you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
