a creative encouragement project by Sarah J. Kass

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

The Refuge

Birds are leaving over here
I saw them sail away

They looked just like saints
Little oneI heard myself whisper your name
I was asleep in a dream
Then you woke me up
Little Sun
The way you look at me now
These lights that used to shine
I've been blowing them out
Little oneWell I remember those few nights
When the sky it stared right back at us
Felt so small standing next to you
Little Moon