the moon

february.4.2004

When darkness of the night,
surrounds the air of peace.
My eyes are drawn to you,
and the pain begins to cease.

When it almost burns inside,
I know you're taking hold.
The wind blows in my face,
but I can feel no cold.

You stand alone in silence,
and I feel your beauty thrive.
It's when the world stops moving,
that I truly feel alive.