Baby Blue, My Butterfly Moon, and The Rose Petals of the Moon

Even if the baby blue runs out of tune it will always be me, you, us, and the moon no matter where our dreams might falter it will always be you and me in the dark blue of the night waters where it will leave us kissing without telling and loving without even knowing but seeing everything as it is going and bringing the flowers to the petals of your garden where I can open the gate to your castle cobblestone steps of your front door and the magic of the petals that make me love having you even more and the moon of our time makes the hourglass hum a word where the birds are chirping and I am wishing even without kissing it will just be the hopes and the dreams of the future of you and me.