I looked at the moon tonight,
I wished it were described
through her eyes,
so that only I could understand,
what it is she was looking for.
I would like to imagine passion,
like the lunar magic in a holistic pattern,
all of us drawn,
well especially her and me,
by the mystique of the moon.
I stayed inside then
the remainder of the night,
I knew the stars were there,
under the moon light,
we could all pretend we were
I listened to the blues,
wondered about certain energy,
hoped I might be alright,
to have this tendency,
to want to understand,
and get it.
Under the light of the moon,
Sang the blues in a quiet swoon.
Remember the time we imagined forever,
all notions of the immediate were our magic carpet,
a ride we choose to smile toward, sigh the memory.
Remember when in a close breath,
we could feel each other’s heartbeat,
to know the other was on fire too.
Remember in the quiet moment,
when the stars would shine brilliant,
and our lives together watched their forever.
Remember in the pause, when just again,
we might want to intrigue the natural innocence
of love, of affection, of the energy beyond words.
Remember to pause, and embrace love.
The stars do come alive
stretch across the horizon,
I lay back to imagine
she might wish the same
upon a streaming light
our eyes could feel the night.
We are miles and themes away
that close sense a fantasy
perhaps suffice to know the real
yet in this space a yearn
find the universal center
that place where we together breathe.
It is true we do believe
in a righteous state of mind,
a heartfelt memory holds grace
while worlds away we join the race.
In the quiet bliss eyes do find
love toward we both rewind.
Oh to know the stars do carry a soul
will cross inside our world of dreams.