
Understand, I'll slip
quietly away from the noisy
crowd when I see
the pale stars rising, blooming over
the oaks. I'll pursue solitary
pathways through the pale
twilit meadows with only this
one dream: you come too.
Dedicated to snatches of song that can sum up your state of mind at that moment. To those song- writers and poets who string words together that anyone can own. To my own pen, that can create pieces of song, though rare...
