(White) Bud in the Flowerbed Black by Sam RobertsSerenading gently a song to the dusk
I caught the moon in a flowerbed, sleeping and mute.
Night fall cried with me, and the flowerbed flourished
Thriving into a million stars
I saw every star and every expression of his face,
The moon stuck in the middle of a wondrous place
Ordinary to most, but beautiful to me
I tied myself to the night, and burst into flames
Departing from dawn and blossoming.
04/21/2003 Posted on 04/21/2003 Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
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