do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky?
and we ran through the rorest to find where it lies,
i was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow,
you were holding my hand saying not to let go.
when we found it at last, there were twigs in our hair,
a rose on our cheeks and our breath in our throats,
as its silver light danced throught the threads of our coats,
we knew that our eyes had not seen such a view,
you were looking at the moon,
and i was looking at you...