Sliver Light

Acrossed the moon lit plain a figer stands alone. The wind sings to her it haunting songs, as the stars shimmer through her tears. Silver light to calm her fears, Whisper of the dawn to give her hope. Lone figer no more alone, another to stand beside. Hand and hand, hearts so dear. Love to keep them forever near.

My prayer for this year is this...besides growing closer to God... that this poem would be fulfilled.

~ Traveller Gal, out!