the moon criesA Poem by Lydia Shuttermemories envelop me at times..how i miss themartwork
by Steve Zazenski of allthatart on etsy.com the immense quiet of morning is interrupted only by the
house creaking through the white space of not
quite asleep not quite awake snippets of memory from what seems like another
lifetime begin to play such
daredevils they are balancing on the tightrope of emotion my mind jumps from one place
to another the newspaper is delivered the unmowed grass is high what’s for dinner? tease-taunt he
started it-no she did tag you’re it watch
me run faster than the butterflies my sandcastle is taller than yours soon the whole day has
vanished eaten by those memories and in the immense quiet of a
starry night the moon cries © 2013 Lydia Shutter
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