The old moon wanes
Her light so sweetly,
As dawn is breaking over neatly.
She's nestled in a cove of clouds.
I watch and know she is too soon
to be engulfed by their onrushing banks
and I can't bear
To lose the little light she bravely
Chose on me to shine.
Oh little light,
Please.
Be mine.
As if she heard when I looked up,
A miracle!
The clouds broke up!
And there she was, my yin-yang crescent - snuggling cold against her Warm black velvet twin. And nary a cloud in sight
Against the movie screen glow of periwinkle light.
Sweet!! Miracles still happen when You say.
God, please! Remind me of this fact every day!
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
The old moon wanes
Her light so sweetly,
As dawn is breaking over neatly.
She's nestled in a cove of clouds.
I watch and know she is too soon
to be engulfed by their onrushing banks
and I can't bear
To lose the little light she bravely
Chose on me to shine.
Oh little light,
Please.
Be mine.
As if she heard when I looked up,
A miracle!
The clouds broke up!
And there she was, my yin-yang crescent - snuggling cold against her Warm black velvet twin. And nary a cloud in sight
Against the movie screen glow of periwinkle light.
Sweet!! Miracles still happen when You say.
God, please! Remind me of this fact every day!
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