February 16th, 2002

Gone Awry

I was standing
  with my back turned
    when the stars
        fell
        from the sky;

And yet,
  by the time I'd turned
    about,
  the sun had risen
     yellow-white
     over the lip of morning.

In vain, I spun
  around and round,
    trying to recapture
        the moment
        that had passed

While my eyes
  had been
    searching the darkness
        for another
        miracle.

* Filed by Michael at 20:02 under Poetry
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