and all that it entails. Because to me, it's all about the love we give, the tenderness and passion we feel, and the hope within us that never dies.
November 17, 2011
The child's wonder At the old moon Comes back nightly. She points her finger To the far silent yellow thing Shining through the branches Filtering on the leaves a golden sand, Crying with her little tongue, "See the moon!" And in her bed fading to sleep With babblings of the moon on her little mouth.