Float quietly whispering waves
borne upon the restful air,
caressing the moon's lonely face
as if the world hath no care.
~
Yesterday, after God knows how many ages, I saw the moon from the bed in my second bedroom. The last time I had seen the moon from my bed at night, was perhaps when I was six or seven years old...
Softly floating rain clouds ...breezing across the face of the half moon and the solitude of the night It was the sight for tired eyes and rest for the soul. This was something that I just had to share.
~
borne upon the restful air,
caressing the moon's lonely face
as if the world hath no care.
~
Yesterday, after God knows how many ages, I saw the moon from the bed in my second bedroom. The last time I had seen the moon from my bed at night, was perhaps when I was six or seven years old...
Softly floating rain clouds ...breezing across the face of the half moon and the solitude of the night It was the sight for tired eyes and rest for the soul. This was something that I just had to share.
~