Along the road of life there are bumpy rides. These are my stories to share. Sometimes if we're lucky smooth highways are paved. But before my destination is reached, you too will get to know the real me. Happy travels.
Friday, February 15, 2013
Moon watcher
It's smiling at me. Why are you laughing moon? Does my life amuse you? Have I finally pleased the gods, or is my life in peril? What tempts your lips to part? Your teeth blinding white. What do you see up there? Hiding beyond the clouds, winking at me. Yes, you'll follow me home; dark-sky-watcher. I'll tilt my head up and smile right back. Until we meet again, old man.