October 09, 2002

home on my own

i cross the parking lot
the day whispers fare well to the night
surrounded by so much dark beauty
i find it hard to walk home alone

i've grown tired and cold
to the wonders in this world
so much love spooned out to so many
and yet, my bowl stays empty

the cold air bites my cheeks
as i fight to hold back the tender feelings
falling from my eyes

i look up at the moon
and remember nights
when i had skin that pale in my hands

when the moon was my audience
as i brushed my love over you
like warm golden kisses
captured by the sun

before - after