Strolling
Lucy has moonbeams in her eyes.
She spots the plane before the sound that follows.
Her small world passes by as we stroll,
forever new.
Safe in the embrace of strong arms, she looks down upon
the uncertain sunset path.
High above, the moon embraces the Earths pull,
and showers moonbeams over an uncertain world.
Thursday, Aug. 26th 2004
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