Hope cast against the edge of night.
Moonbeams and cherubim
Deliver rose-flavored answers
To the prayers of little children.
To those of us who are awake
On the eve of morning’s ascension
As sleep ebbs and flows like the tide
Let us take comfort and know
Tomorrow’s stress
Is no place to put our future’s days.
-- Jermaine Lane
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(There wasn't a name listed for who took this awesome photo.
So to whoever you are, thank you.)
Moonbeams and cherubim
Deliver rose-flavored answers
To the prayers of little children.
To those of us who are awake
On the eve of morning’s ascension
As sleep ebbs and flows like the tide
Let us take comfort and know
Tomorrow’s stress
Is no place to put our future’s days.
-- Jermaine Lane
Photo via Compfight
(There wasn't a name listed for who took this awesome photo.
So to whoever you are, thank you.)