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 at last
There were twigs in our hair
A rose on our cheeks
And our breath in the air
And the words to describe it
Got caught in our throats
As its silver light danced
Through the threads of our coats
We knew at our eyes had not seen
Such a view
You were looking at it,
I was looking at you.
~Erin Hanson ♡
