Wednesday, February 2, 2011 Moon

Dimly glowing in a morning sky
As though time will never leave its side
The sun uprising from freezing sleep
Chases the moon away with radiant heat

In a moment when you could almost hear
Brilliantly, not one ounce of fear
A whisper of hello that turns to good-bye
 A truth is shown that sometimes seems a lie:

(When the sky so elogquently portrays)

That everything will be okay. 

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