Her sparkling finger tips
her luscious ruby lips
she would ride her magic cycle to the moon
there with words of prose
in hopes of sweet repose
the time is ripe and it could happen soon

she played in the light
and blocked out his sight
a total eclipse of the son
while there on the ground
to a troubadour sound
playing in hopes she’d be won

from the depths of space
came that soul filled place
suddenly the stars outshone the sun
but time is too flawed
there’s no way to hit pause
returning to where we’d begun

as the planet hushed
with an awe filled roar
fire flow around the two
then the light filled the night
we closed our eyes tight
I still have this memory of you