Gone With The Wind
And so we went a roving
So late into the night,
Though the day be tiring,
The moon was still as bright.
Up, up, up in the air we soar,
How small it seems, the earth.
In the night sky, stars galore
The lighted world spread beneath us.
- the quoter , the sentimental lover
s t a r m | s t June 8th, 2006
