The stars feel brighter now
Radiating heat and warmth defying logic
Even your breath leaves soft trails in the sky
There is a small sigh and shrug
A wrinkle in the skin of your ever soft brow
It foretells of a time when you
Shall wear an old man's suit and pine
For your youth, for your wife's youth
When apple pie tasted sweeter and
Sunshine rained down freely
Copyright ©2004 Christina Kay Brown
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