Ode to a Moonlit Night

Life was simpler then
You called it childhood
I called it immaturity
The moon nodded in silver silence –
We were her children then
Who now craved the light of day, of
Innocence lost, and longed for
Our coming of
Age, and the passing
Of song.


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A little person on a little island in a little planet

Posted on February 16, 2012, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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