I stand at the precipice searching the heavens for answers to questions I can only feel But all I see before me is the tears from the moon raining down on a velvet sky They sparkle and glitter and give me something to hope for One tear falls and I make a wish with my eyes closed tight, my hands outstretched, reaching toward a face that is no longer there Another falls and the mystery slips further from my grasp My mind is full of the memory that once was you But I open my eyes and all I see is the tears from the moon Copyright © 2001
Reason for writing:
"Tears..." was inspired by a work of art titled, "For Kenny" by an artist whom I know only as Silver. It is truly incredible and touched me deeply and I felt compelled to write something worthy. I'm not quite sure this is adequate enough, but thus far it is the best I could do. If you wish to view "For Kenny", you can see it at http://www.cometosilver.com/kenny.htm. So, this is for you Silver, in remembrance of Kenny...and also for Aunt Joan in memory of Uncle Gene...May his star always shine the brightest in Heaven...
Birth sign: Cancer
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