| Through the skeletal arms of a winter tree, The pale half moon smiles down on me. I look to the solitary white, Breathing the smoke of a cold night, And I wonder about what lays in my sight. I see the brothers of the moon, The stars they are shining all in tune. Am I like the moon shining? A solitary rock with pull and timing, Away, pushing people and the tides, Waiting up there my time I bide. Through the skeletal arms of a winter tree, The pale half moon smiles down on me. 12/17/00 02:42:20 AM |
| This is a poem I wrote one night when I went out to sit in the cold and look at the stars. |