Do not look for me <br />in the time of darkness; <br />I no longer live in the moon. <br /> <br />Nor will you see me dance <br />upon sunbeams, <br /> <br />for I have walked along the path <br />to a place of new flowers. <br /> <br />New flowers, it is true, with no <br />intoxicating scent nor <br />dazzling hue <br /> <br />but without thorns <br />and stinging leaves. <br /> <br />The grass is not as lush <br />but it is soft underfoot <br />and my step is still springy. <br /> <br />Do not look for me there, <br />your eyes will not find me.<br /><br />Francesca Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-no-longer-live-in-the-moon/
