When the sun goes down you can see him <br /> <br />Walking along the road <br /> <br />Carrying stars in a hood of his coat <br /> <br />Clearing my life from passion <br /> <br />When the dawn's as thin as the memory <br /> <br />He's drawing a line, it's pristine - <br /> <br />The line between mind and wisdom <br /> <br />Turning your face to obsession <br /> <br />When the moon is full he's standing <br /> <br />Mixing my love with the night <br /> <br />Making my thoughts depending <br /> <br />On unfaithful and sleepless starlight.<br /><br />Tanya Kanareykina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-evening-11/
