by E Kuzmenko

Created on: August 12, 2011   Last Updated: August 15, 2011

I'll tell you why the moon's crescent light shines across your face,
I'll tell you why the darkness never stays plastered on any vase.

Perhaps there are too many things,
perhaps there are not enough
to speak of the truth that lays uncovered
truth that holds dire.

I never thought of you
I'd always dreamed of you.

Sadness brought me closer
Pain pushed me farther
To stand alone among the shadows
and reach past the meadows.

I thought,
I'd tell you why.

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