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

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