Yet…
Feb 25, 2017 · 1 min read
There is no moon. I see the stars, the clouds, the night sky and the one I love.
You are the moon, you are the moon, you are the moon.
On my travels there was no light, yet I search for the path, yet I continue.
And you appear, simple and afraid. Yet you were the light, the exposure to my path.
You are the moon, you are the moon, you are the moon.
