I heard about your obsession
the way you breathe out the sparks of life and how you wish to inhale the scent of the moon.

I heard about it all
and now---

Let's go and meet the moon in the eighth hour...
rumor has it that the stars set the night on fire and the flames are trapped in the sky.

I would love to see you smile
and living in the essence of the  moonlight
---As you become a burning candle in the rain.

Come closer, a little more closer
       I would love for you to hold my hand as we       become an untamed possibility.

Will you hold my hand?

Let's travel far away from here
to a place where life floats
and lights breathes on the soil

Let's close our eyes
and see beyond our retina
perhaps, we might be part of the hour that guards the night.

Let's be wild about how we see life
about how we smile
about how we laugh
In fact, lets smile and laugh about it
and be happy, even.

Are you ready?