Moonlight Walking...   When I went walking the other night, I missed you...   Alone, again, I sat and watched the sky, soft gray clouds, ships sailing the seas of the heavens. The moon, their beacon through the night, and stars, so many stars, twinkling, fading, dancing wishes...   And I cried, alone, as I heard a voice:   What would you like Gabriel? We are gods, here... I will give you the stars...   And alone, I laughed, bitterly, hollowly. We are Gods here, and yet, there is nothing that I would have, save understanding... Not stars, not the heavens, not the moon in my hands, simply peace... Not the whole of the world, not the sky on high, not the seas in my hands, simply vision...   And I raged, alone, as I heard a voice:   I see these things, Gabriel. I see you with me when I walk the fields in the moonlight. I see you when the world is quiet... But you shall be in those fields, Gabriel.   And alone, I laid, beneath the cold of comforters, no longer comforting. And I sought the peace of sleep, and the dulling, gray comfort it would bring...   And I dreamt, alone, as I heard a voice:   I wish you were here, we would watch an old movie in the dark... We will watch movies, and walk in the dark. And listen to music outside, laying in lounge chairs on the deck, with candles about, and talk of things, or be quiet...   And beneath those skies where your words were my freedom, And within those eyes, I saw a vision of understanding, a hope for peace. And a chance to dream, the greatest of gifts.   And we walked, together, through fields in the moonlight...