Sean |
For a brave young boy who went through successful neurosurgery. |
The moon's thin crescent
casts dim spears of speckled light upon the path I walked this night with your hands in mine. And although darkness hovers close above our bodies, warmed with dew's sweet tears, you turn your eyes to mine to see the embers shine and burn to ash all despair within the abyss of my soul and praise tomorrow's scented air I breath, for now my body's whole. |