The moon

I want you to take me to the moon,
There’s a secret..a dark secret stretching out of a dark room,
Take me to the encroaching moon..

Let the smoke taste the salty waters of the sea,
If it turns into a mist ..let the smoke set free…

Let’s touch the cotton spreads on the sky,
While the wild birds of night fly by...

Let our inner selves float,
Like the waves carrying the salty froth,
The sand bits stuck to our foot ends,
And the soft dark clouds as our sleds...

I want you to take me to the moon,
There’s a way to the heaven from the moon,
Lets hold hands…the smoke will show
the distorting way to the silent moon...