Weeping

the moon is hung high tonight

so why am I weeping?

the stars flush the sky tonight

so why am I weeping?

everything in this universe is in its place

but for one

I haven’t met the man who lights my face

he will come

and the moon will still be as sweet

the stars will still be a fleet

but with him by my side

I won’t cry,

I won’t weep ~

Copyright ©2010 Angela Schofield