The MoonA Poem by kimberlythis is a really old oneMorning creeps up clear and pale, And already I am tired. Empty from aching, Hollow from wanting.
You are unaware. Smooth and soft and lost in sleep. If I were brave I would wake you now, If I were brave...
Last night you asked what was wrong And I told you about the ocean, How the snow and sea recoil from eachother. You laughed and touched my hair.
So I lay awake staring at the sky And I think that when you ask me again I will say, That sometimes I imagine us as stars. And if I'm brave I will tell you
That in truth I would rather be the Moon... © 2008 kimberlyFeatured Review
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Added on August 21, 2008AuthorkimberlyFLAbouti am absolutely in love with words, pretty much in any variety or form. more..Writing
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