Wednesday, March 09, 2005
I swear,
by the moon
and the stars
in the sky,
that despite
what comes.
Be it winter rains,
or summer’s heat.
I will not forget.

Those moments
spent –
the days
that ended
all too soon.

Leaves, orion's belt,
dew ladden grass,
stoplights.

All has been
burned against
my skin -
never to leave.
 
This template is called "shattered pieces of my soul", a modification of "The Light : The Sound". (c) 2005 Daniel Josph Xhan. Use and modify at your own discretion.