February 2, 2011 by jrwatson5
Cleansing my soul of the dried tears of yesterday
My fears and pains are washed clear away
Into the deep night.
Pure moonlight paints my wings
The deep black of slumber forgotten
As I soar ever higher, in joyous flight besotten
Into this tranquil world devoid of earthly things.
By Jessica, 8th grade
Photo by charbel.akhras via Flickr