No words can describe the quiet moments where no drone of engines can be heard. The Cheshire moon smiling an orange hello rising over the black horizon... Or the shooting star passing beneath it's Crestent.
"I love the night.
The day is okay,
the sun can be fun,..
I live to see those rays slip away...
If only you had been here my dear,
we could have shared this together..."
Blue Oyster Cult