Come walk with me a while

in the light of a pale moon

as we dream, we speak, of the strength

of a bright sun at high noon.



That indeed will be a midnight

for the darkened souls that stroll

with folly as their soul's light

believing this ultimate bright, extol.



Truly, I've seen, as I work

a glowing cresent moon

radiance waning, entertaining

a blue sky at high noon.

CoPyRiGhT Paige Skeen 2/17/06