A New Light by Amanda BullingtonThe moon stares down with sleepy eyes
And I see the world in a new light
A light that gives old people new faces
Makes stoicism look like euphoria
Oh, weary moon, tell me now
What you mean by this change
Why am I to look into these eyes
In a frightening new way?
The moon voices no reply, and with a yawn
Retires to the sky of dreamy days. 01/26/2008 Posted on 01/28/2008 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Bullington
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