Alas
Under the moon
With nothing but the sweet melody of silence
I chase the seeping nostalgia
The light of laughter
As it slips away
And becomes yet another moment
Burning like flesh and stars
Crumbling like a fragile sand castle at the mercy of the sea
As I lay
With a ghost of a tear on my flushed cheek
And pray
To live a life
Where the present holds me
A little longer than the past
And a little tighter
Than the future












