Jun 2019
Distant stars
shine down on me
tinier than they.
The moon
in all her glory
softly lights my way.
Yesterday
recedes from me,
tomorrow
rushes by,
today
becomes the distant past
with my memories
and I.
shine down on me
tinier than they.
The moon
in all her glory
softly lights my way.
Yesterday
recedes from me,
tomorrow
rushes by,
today
becomes the distant past
with my memories
and I.
