The Web Poetry Corner - Phil Pochurek - Age Old Stories
Age Old Stories
by
Phil Pochurek
In early October
The new moon sits low
In the autumn sky,
Barely a sliver to be seen
With the naked eye,
And waits for the show to begin.
Slowly the stars begin to come out
To tell their age old stories
Long into the night.
Dancing and shooting off into the horizon
While the moon slowly slips into the sea
And out of sight.
Whispering farewell, whispering goodnight.
Leaving the stars alone with me
Just to watch them play.
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