hey! by ShyHeart

Hey, sunlight, why don't you ever knock on my front door?
Hey, moonlight, why don't you tap on my back door when the sun goes down?
Hey, starlight, why don't you shine tonight, the sun and moon have let me down
Guess, all I have left, is the memory of you, somewhere, in the twilight

Good times, sweet wine, guess I drank my fill, even twilight's eyes
Seem, closed to me. No matter, I still have the fire light, burning bright
Keeps me warm as I recall the good times, see them one by one,
Fall into the sweet wine, one bubble at a time, they rise and touch my eyes

HEY!

RinRin (66.56.240.183) -- Wednesday, August 31 2005, 03:32 am

:)
Ah, the good times...Martin, your poem reminded me of good times as well. When friends wouldn't care a whit if you had a different opinion - they would accept it and you, and then we'd sit around laughing at ourselves for being so opinionated... don't know why that memory came to me so suddenly though! Hehe..guess the good times are always on the mind - you just have to dig them up from time to time, just to remind yourself that you're human... A lot of inspiration in this one! Loved it, Martin :)

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