I brush the hair from your face in the lights of the passing cars. Then I place my hand on your knee as you sleep so peacefully. Without opening your eyes, you whisper ‘are we there yet?’ as you lace your fingers in mine. No, baby, it’s not time. When we get close to home, …
the moon and me
The moon, she is a woman. I've been lifted and carried in her arms. Though she comes and goes with the tide, I love her just as much. Each time she goes, she and I become a dream. And I wonder if she hopes I'll remember the us we used to be. Tonight, she's only …
