FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

i have no motive
to change the way you see things

a cabinet is still a cabinet
i dare not open those closet
full of skeletons

i am taking you to a place
where we shall have fun

a beach, some waves of
thoughts, we listen to some
monotones

we look at blue skies
and at night we make a fire

we feel the sands of time
falling to our feet

when we part it will be dark
as windows begin to show

the sparks of lights
to our homes where love waits.