Your face is worn down,
but still beautiful.
We watch the walls get torn down,
the reeds split to reveal a little piece of us.

see the baby moses
flow quietly from each of us,
a reminder that there's still
something wonderful inside all of us.

The heart beats
for the smiles of young lovers,
for the weekends spent talking.
I feel like I can feel everything again.

The romantic wakes up,
watching the beauty in the trees,
something living in the moon causes wonder,
but I know he will go back to sleep.

It's nice to see you, old friend.
Last edited by SunsetAlphabet at Jun 13, 2011,