Friday, October 7, 2011

gaze


I want to sit in the park
there's one picnic table there
The moon, full

The day turned dark
the sky cleared of clouds
I will gaze into my dreams

On a warm night
when you can count the miles
to the farthest star


2 comments:

  1. How evocative! I want to go sit at that bench on that warm night and count miles too.

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  2. I bet we would have a bunch to talk about, and then just sit silent for a while

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