The moon reads the abstract of our past
Always refining our path
The stars are the editors of our lives
Always stirring
The breeze sensitizes our memory
Upon the gleaming of the night sky
We journey along the memories of time
Until each star slowly disappears
Without a trace.
Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
The moon reads the abstract of our past
Always refining our path
The stars are the editors of our lives
Always stirring
The breeze sensitizes our memory
Upon the gleaming of the night sky
We journey along the memories of time
Until each star slowly disappears
Without a trace.
Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
