Friday 6 April 2007

Together

Though you may have lost your way,
And know not where to go.
The only thing that I can say,
Is that I love you still.

And though you might not come back home,
And though you might be changed,
I will not let you be alone.
Whether for good or ill.

Crescent

The moon takes a cue from your smile,
And smiles in turn, a crescent in the night.
All the world is entranced for a while,
Though they look at the moon,
They see you, in the light.