I wrote this in my sleep back in 1994...17 years old, my senior year in high school. I remember looking out the window and seeing a crescent moon...what a friend of mine used to call "God's Thumbnail". The next morning, this poem was scribbled on scrap pieces of paper on my nightstand. I lost the notebook where this poem was written years and years ago. Last week, I decided to see if I could find and order the book where it was published in 1995. Success!! This brings back memories.
I wrote this in my sleep back in 1994...17 years old, my senior year in high school. I remember looking out the window and seeing a crescent moon...what a friend of mine used to call "God's Thumbnail". The next morning, this poem was scribbled on scrap pieces of paper on my nightstand. I lost the notebook where this poem was written years and years ago. Last week, I decided to see if I could find and order the book where it was published in 1995. Success!! This brings back memories.
