I look up to the Sky,
And the Moon calls my name...
She brings not death--but light.
The puff of my cigarrette
Fills my lungs with smoke.
It is cleansing--
Removing my anger; my doubt.
I feel lost, but the Moon...
She is guiding me--telling me
That I will find home.
Telling me, that I will find myself...
I am not sure
If she is speaking truth,
Though in my Heart
I know
She does not lie.
I cannot ask
The meaning of Her words,
For She uses none.
Her voice
Is thought--pictures
Amongst gathered mist.
I looked up to the Sky,
And the Moon called my name...
