sometimes i like to imagine us :

sitting on the dark side of the moon concocting whisky drinks
and sending smoke signals to all the other wondering fools lost in spaces not so void-less nights
you are probably wearing all manner of dream catching instruments
and maybe for a short while i'll just be a flower

and then we just lie about , intertwined ,  watching the stars fall agape  from the heavens and greet us with sprinkles of kisses
until we laugh so much the moon gets up and shouts

"that's enough guys ! i'm trying to nap!"