Do you remember the night the moon dropped from the sky?
And we ran through the forest to find 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 atlast there were twigs in our hair
A rose on our cheeks and our breath in the air
The words to describe it got caught in our throats
As its silver light danced through the treads of our coats
We knew that our eyes had not seen such a view
You were looking at it
I was looking at you.
-e.h.
