Dear sweet moon –
staring at me when I stumble
out the door at 4am.
Your gaze and presence
the cyclops of the morning sky
providing a lighted path
through the dark tunnels.
Dear sweet moon –
staring at me when I stumble
out the door at 4am.
Your gaze and presence
the cyclops of the morning sky
providing a lighted path
through the dark tunnels.