detritus
08-17-2007, 02:08 PM
A simple, short piece I composed some hours after contemplating the night on my mother's balcony.
Late into the night a great carousal takes place.
Trees wildly dance and twirl,
Crickets are full of chatter,
The Earth so drunk with moonlight.
Strange that my heart should skip a beat.
Late into the night a great carousal takes place.
Trees wildly dance and twirl,
Crickets are full of chatter,
The Earth so drunk with moonlight.
Strange that my heart should skip a beat.