The Moon is beginning to show her self.
Cold comfort at the window.
Calm- in my heart, my head
The inky black is passing
Her soft cool light, washes over me
Through me
Still more Shadow than glow
A reflection of me
Standing Still at the Speed of Light
Writing, true life, random facts and fiction
The Moon is beginning to show her self.
Cold comfort at the window.
Calm- in my heart, my head
The inky black is passing
Her soft cool light, washes over me
Through me
Still more Shadow than glow
A reflection of me