You look so lonely
standing there by the window.
Alone in moonlight,
surrounded by withered
branches in sunlight.
But still a beauty to see,
a little light from a poets moon.
On days and nights that shiver out
You look so lonely
standing there by the window.
Alone in moonlight,
surrounded by withered
branches in sunlight.
But still a beauty to see,
a little light from a poets moon.
A Wandering Poet 