August 8, 2006

And... another old journal entry.


"Memories captured,
Hung on a wall
Stars don't truly shine
Until after they fall


With anticipation of great love,
My hopes are high
God must have
Hung the moon tonight


I'm not ready to grow up,
But I'll grow if I must
I don't want these memories
To fade to dust


As our falling hearts turn to stars,
Let us not forget the moon"