Do you remember the night when the moon dropped from the sky?
And we ran through the forest to see where it lie.
I was tripping on tree roots and slipping on snow, you were holding my hand and saying not to let go.
When we found it at last there was twigs in our hair, a rose in our cheeks and our breath in the air.
And the words to describe it got caught in our throat, as it's sliver light danced through tge 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.
