gazers
* that ol' moon hiding behind clouds peeped through the unfallen leaves on my timbered buddy out front...
on the other hand, stars have so much pride,
refusing to be dimmed by a sparse covering;
all the while sparkling brightly for those who pine for their light, reflected or not;
the gazers who can see through trees, fog, time, lack of faith,
you
& yet still love - up until their own phase is through. * 11/21 - lebuc - gazers













