There's A Moon Over The Hill Poem by Peter S. Quinn

There's a moon over the hill,
With my dreams to fulfill;
But I no not what to do,
I'm impatient in the blue.
Every falling star in the sky,
I wish upon before it dies;
But there's no one like you,
Just as sweet and always true.
Moments come, and then they fly,
Hardly a time for a goodbye;
But there's a moon over my hill,
Keeping me company till you will.
Every sweet and wishful day,
Before moonlight comes to play;
I'm having thoughts about you,
Every moment to renew.
There's a moon over the hill,
I'll be waiting there until;
I know I mean something to you,
More then just - the color blue.