In this freckled dark I confide
to sending moon to arch your tide.
I am not bothered if my light
is only one in constellation’s night.
So long as mine is the one
that to the stars, is the Sun.
Joseph Byron Bennett
In this freckled dark I confide
to sending moon to arch your tide.
I am not bothered if my light
is only one in constellation’s night.
So long as mine is the one
that to the stars, is the Sun.
Joseph Byron Bennett