Faded Moon The same pearl moon that washed us with mellow tones, smiles tonite. We held the stars in our grasp for those breathless, stolen moments of flaming passion. The night sky stayed a softer shade since our reckless embrace, but I would be the falling star that imploded and hurled itself downward. You can't be my forever love. It is written from above that our time be brief. The same wind that danced us on the frosty treetops, whisked the bliss from our sails. The notes of our moon-sung song have found their way to another musician's sheet music. Our moon will hang irridescent for eternity... This digitally-enhanced photo taken atop Haleakala at 10,000 feet above sea level The moon setting, the sun soon to rise at 5:00 a.m. (The background for this page created by Sue from Hawaii photos and Paint Shop Pro7)