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It was an early evening full moon
the sky was burning up
the sunset fell away at last
when the big globe had enough.

the last light spilled like whiskey
across the rooftop of the world
tried to fight the coming night
by shining on the purple swirls.
it was heavens above ignited
firey fingers spread abound
I really felt excited
as I stopped and looked around.
So I sat down on the silver sand
and listened to the sounds
of the waves rolling in and out
washing little toys aground.
the air was fresh and clean
I sure was feeling good
on the silver sand in another land
where a man can eclipse his moods.

As I sat there watching
the moonlit ocean and the sky
I felt the sea winds rush in
I was glad to be alive.
My heart could feel no finer
beyond my lonely side
when a distant voice came to me
speaking words about the night
so I looked up at her
she stepped back in the light.
I could see she was beautiful
in the mellow years of life
I thought she looked quite lonely
so I smiled to look alive
said I was enjoying peace
would she care to spend some time.
With uncertain moves she sat down
and I looked into her eyes
they were bright like beacons
sending warnings to my mind
I felt my heartbeat skipping
as I struggled with the time.

She said,
"If you want someone to talk to
I can spend some time,
I know all about moonlit nights
and dreams that never die
because people don't run out of dreams
they just run out of time."

She talked until a tear appeared
so I gave her story some room
she spoke her sorrows on the night
to release her from some gloom.
She said she'd left the worst part
back somewhere in the dark
and as the truth flowed from her
I almost came apart.
The moonlight shone down on her
as she twisted her feet in the sand
it was a kind of time so lonely
that I held her trembling hand.
I just could not believe it
or imagine how she must feel
so I tried to comfort her
she seemed so earthly real.

Somehow she was in my arms swiftly
her fears swelling from the heart
she wept just like a baby
feeling safe there from harm.
I wanted to take care of her
so she'd feel understood
so I held her tightly to my breast
to try and lighten up her mood.
She looked up her eyelids sagged
until her tears were gone
she said that she felt better
and she'd soon be moving on. 

she felt weightless with no past drag
her slight arms around my sides
I kissed her and her breath was wet
she let out a broken sigh.
As she hung there calm and beautiful
I knew she'd been too kind
and the only pain she'd ever feel
is when she went back in her mind.

She said,
"If you want someone to talk
I'll always spend the time,
To talk about moonlit nights
and dreams that never die,
because people don't run out of dreams
they just run out of time."

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