It’s a cold evening in May
and I watch the sun setting
in my rearview mirror,
painting the sky
with strokes of pink and purple
while the full moon in front of me
stands defiant in the crystal blue.
And as I remember petty arguments,
I know that they are nothing
in the grand scheme of things
That tomorrow I will wake next to you
and smile
That such silliness is just a dot
on the path of our hearts
And that the sun will rise
and May will be warm once again.
05/03/04
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