Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky?
And we ran through the forest to find out where it lie
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 a breath in the air
And the words to describe it got caught in our throats
As its silver light dance through the threads of our coats
We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
YOU ARE READING
Erin Hanson Poems
PoésieA collection of Erin Hanson poems, which you can find on her website, tumblr, or instagram: @thepoeticunderground (disclaimer: i am NOT the original author of these poems. i am simply a fan who decided to compile them into a wattpadd story)
