ravenblanc
02-22-2007, 08:45 PM
First quarter moon
holds out her silver palm
in hopes of peace.
Is this barrage
of night's shadow words
ever to cease?
A sudden shower,
lovely harmonic notes,
completes the piece.
Moon tips her hand
giving all to me
At last,release.
holds out her silver palm
in hopes of peace.
Is this barrage
of night's shadow words
ever to cease?
A sudden shower,
lovely harmonic notes,
completes the piece.
Moon tips her hand
giving all to me
At last,release.