by Dr. Agonson
…and I thought of you.
I thought of the rain
and how it hit the ground.
And why did the leaf
rustle gently in the slow breeze?
To make the moment perfect,
And I thought of you.
How shall the sun rise
without your smile?
And what of the moon,
like painted glass,
falling through the dark Heavens.
Who will catch the falling light?
Tale Told 