Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Do you remember the night in the park, years ago, when our futures took a different direction? We saw the moon, the one I see now, look down at us. Even though its shape and color has changed so many times, its real face never has - nor have ours...
shadows spread
from the old oak tree~
summer night

1 comment:

WorkingWords100 said...

This one is deep; I have been thinking about it for a few days now.