Sitting.
Staring out that same window.
Again, you're talking, I listen, sure.
But that thing...
In the sky mesmerizes me.
So bright and white.
So innocent and clean,
Untouched by the things we humans do.
Sometimes I wish I could just grab it,
Cradle it in my arms and ask
"Dear moon, walk with me,
I must know your secret.
Your secret to being beautiful."
~N.F.
Staring out that same window.
Again, you're talking, I listen, sure.
But that thing...
In the sky mesmerizes me.
So bright and white.
So innocent and clean,
Untouched by the things we humans do.
Sometimes I wish I could just grab it,
Cradle it in my arms and ask
"Dear moon, walk with me,
I must know your secret.
Your secret to being beautiful."
~N.F.
