future vessel
i think of you whilst drifting through the foggy desert at 1 a.m. in the morning,
looking up at the moon from the earth's clean floor,
and i feel closer to you now than ever before.
the moon is covered by fog, showing a bright round white light,
i'm sleepy, but moving very fast. i can barely keep my eyes open,
but my ears hear everything. wrapped up in my hooded sweater,
i hear the cello's vibrating, and the piano's crooning.
what i do see is this:
the light is very far away, but safer than ever.
below the pale moonlight is the edge of a dark black mountain,
and below that, a darker black mountain, and below that
an even darker dark black mountain, and then me,
on the floor of the desert alone looking up at the moon.
i wish you were here with me.
looking up at the moon from the earth's clean floor,
and i feel closer to you now than ever before.
the moon is covered by fog, showing a bright round white light,
i'm sleepy, but moving very fast. i can barely keep my eyes open,
but my ears hear everything. wrapped up in my hooded sweater,
i hear the cello's vibrating, and the piano's crooning.
what i do see is this:
the light is very far away, but safer than ever.
below the pale moonlight is the edge of a dark black mountain,
and below that, a darker black mountain, and below that
an even darker dark black mountain, and then me,
on the floor of the desert alone looking up at the moon.
i wish you were here with me.