Dec 2010
In the last of the light
she stays
a million, glimmering
in the galaxy of her deepest blue
and through this night
caressed by cloud
and yet to come
the silver line of a tear
as we say goodnight
she stays
a million, glimmering
in the galaxy of her deepest blue
and through this night
caressed by cloud
and yet to come
the silver line of a tear
as we say goodnight
