The Moon

There was a moment between gravities pull and millions of stars that I reached to the sky to sit upon saturn's rings and the moon gazed upon me in admiration....
The moon could say so much without words, the way it looked at me as I was the only one visable, the way its light flickered to my touch when I traced its scars with my own. Just to feel myself pressed to the moon, to feel its warmth was enough to speak more then words ever could....
But as all things pass, thus did my time in the gaze of the moon, the sun rose in mourning to block it from my view.
O' what I wouldn't give for night to last, and what I wouldn't give to be held against the moon.