Over the Moon

Over the moon, and under the stars,

Where thoughts roam, lost in sand bars.

wherever you are, in being beneath the bright arc of the sky,

The lost breath the wind steals.

I had you there, in hello and good bye.

I had you my love.... but it dies, it dies.

Nothing is gone, so they say, so they say.

But for one brief brittle moment,

I wish I had one more day.