Moonlit Conversations

The beacon that is calling me
The light that never dies
Reflections thrown above the sea
Casts shadows in the sky…

~*~

looking pensive

out the window

of a slowing

rusty car

dear company

i’m singing

songs to the

dandelion moon

we have

all night to

talk about the

million stars

but somehow

tomorrow

morning still

seems far too soon.

~*~

Save it until you need it the most
(I’m coming home) I’m coming home…

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