Sunday, April 15, 2012

Moonlit Walk

Hanging, shining, way up high,
sits the moon against the sky.

Shines for us to see our way,
so from our path we will not stray.

It looks upon us as we walk,
for in its glow we like to talk.

Hand in hand with my best friend,
I'll walk with her until its end.

But I know that will never be.
And she will always walk with me.

Forever will not come too soon,
it's as timeless as the moon.