By distant moon Date: 2008 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2008.08.29.00.49.32555]] |
A voice above the crowd, righteous and annoyed, assails me for my choice again; but she won't pulverize my nights, a slighted rejoice winds right past my vocal cords. And though I hang my head and sigh, the shepherd up ahead calls my name in my line; tells me it's my time to walk along this aisle; though shadows grow longer towards the sun I'll walk that way till I'm done. |