As the clouds unveil your misty form
Your essence slides over the window pane
You fill my room with midnight light
And wake me up so gently
You smile down on the cold outdoors
But light is softer than that of your brother
For as the mirror reflects my face
You, too, reflect his light that shines all day
Your comforting figure appears each night
Yet never showing the same face
You wax and grow full, then wane into nothing
But the next night you are back to light the sky
I think on this as the clouds return
Your light fades and I close my eyes
But as sleep claims me, I still smile
For I know you'll be waiting to comfort me should I wake again
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