nocturne
Like the moon itself opposed
To sudden motion you await
Some late bus or other
In perfect stillness and repose
Like the softly spoken word
Awaiting your return at home
Dutiful and sighing
A white and windblown curtain turns
Like the moon itself opposed
To sudden motion you await
Some late bus or other
In perfect stillness and repose
Like the softly spoken word
Awaiting your return at home
Dutiful and sighing
A white and windblown curtain turns