Waking Up
On a different day
The sun sets upon the morning dew
The moon is twelve hours away
Loneliness is your best friend
You hold her warm hand again
Locked eyes penetrate within
It is the heart that lies
The direction that spoils
You are flooded
The moon now rises
In this short day
When the west moved east
The sails took an end
Tomorrow is no more
Apologies in hollow scared places
Petrified in salt
You exist once more
Like before
© 2008 David Greg Harth
08.05.10.02:04:08@296NYC