Somehow
I don't know
but it was night
so it was different
'cause in darkness
things move
a different way.
So it was night
and we were different
like how moonlight hides
more than it reveals.
With the difference
so small
it's like big things
and small things.
I'm hiding in the shadows
waiting to be found.
With a difference so dark
you don't see it in the blackness.
Can you appreciate the small things
in the moonlight at night?






Copyright 2004 by Cordelia Ridley

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