Upon the moon I fixed my eyes,
In one of those sweet dreams I slept.
Racy visions play
in my head like
roll on a film.
As a weed beneath the ocean,
As a pool beneath a tree,
All the while my eyes I kept on that descending moon.
So my spirit swift; feeling like a starving artist struggling to find
that roller coaster feeling.
It's like being in vast expanses of nature, and I'm still not able to breathe.
As a star in the sky on a dark summer night,
Set fire to my mind.
Relentless like the tides of the moon.
These moments are restless,
Racing from the past
Tumbling into the future.
So I reached out for a vivid dream,
Being sucked into a vortex of whirling cosmic space dust.
Now the skies are telling me nothing.
Still restless, never ending.
