She raises her glass of red
To the moon.
Each mirror the other.
Like lake surfaces;
The laughing eyes of old
People together, and
Other things that shine.
Her friend since forever.
A mother; she holds galaxies
In her heart, supernovas within.
The moon is her only witness.
And I.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 6:24 PM UTC
She raises her glass of red
To the moon.
Each mirror the other.
Like lake surfaces;
The laughing eyes of old
People together, and
Other things that shine.
Her friend since forever.
A mother; she holds galaxies
In her heart, supernovas within.
The moon is her only witness.
And I.
