The Light Evasive
The moonlight slips
through fingertips
and then i start to weep
for in the moonlight
is the fright
of secrets left to keep.
The sunlight pours
right through my doors
and then i start to smile
for in the sunlight
are daydreams
i ponder for awhile.
Copyright © Jennifer D'Andrea | Year Posted 2011
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