Waning
Moon
The
waning moon fades
As
hopes and dreams
Dissipate
in heavens backdrop
Flickering
as a candle
About
to go out
Stars
soft light
Casting
shadows
Over my
heart
An
angel falling
Streaks
across the sky
Crashing
to Earth
Grounded
now
But
weak and small
Yet to
be seen
Something
priceless
A
unique sum
Of
particles seeking
To be
grander
Than
just a twinkle
In the
distance
To be
cherished
By
someone
Appreciated
C. Lin Rawlins June 28 2002©
Dedicated
to my friend Becca an
angel in disguise.
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