I was lying on the stone bench
Where crickets serenaded
The naked moon above
I stared blankly at the vast sky
With a lit cigarette in my hand
Smoke moving upwards
And drowned in the midst
Of the dark
A lonely star caught my eye
Gleaming as if crying
How I wish I could fly
And kiss the northern star
We will explode
And fall unto the ocean of
Bliss and oblivion
Take me now, lonely star
For I, too, was aching