sweet dreams 6-19-08
The clouds, so dark and dreary,
cover Her from sight.
So here I sit and wait
all throughout the night
to see the glory and the splendor,
and the beauty of Her shape,
the fullness of Her body
and the dreams upon Her face.
When finally I see Her,
all She can do is smile,
and smile is all She does
as I sit and think a while.
I glance right through Her hopes and dreams
and only see the door
that led me to the place I'm in,
but doesn't open anymore.
When morning comes,
the rising sun means She will have to leave
and the desire that I could turn back time
makes me begin to grieve;
I cry not just for the setting Moon,
but the setting of the past
and losing memories of happiness
that faded much too fast.
-sunshine