The sun is looking at her,
jelous of her beauty,
trying to be
just as beautiful
as her brown eyes,
looking in the sun

Tonight is full moon.
Every full moon, Kaya and I dance under it. We say thank you and whisper all our secrets, and all the things we want to forget to the moon.
It may sound stupid, but honestly it's the most beautiful thing in the world.
We are on the beach, I have a bottle of wine and Kaya has some cigaretts.
"You are a moonchild.", she whispers to me
"What do you mean?", I whisper back
"You are completly different under the moon, almost free. And everytime we are here, between the moon and the water you really are free. It's like you are cought here, somewhere where you don't want to be, but the water and the moon are saving you."
"Cought somewhere, where I don't fit, saved between water and moon.", I whisper while looking at her, "you said something like this once while you were on sleep."
"Can't be. I don't talk while I sleep!"
"You do talk, it's really pretty. I didn't know you were a artist until you started talking in your sleep.", I say while laughing.
She gives me a soft punch and a hard kiss.
Maybe I'm not saved between the moon and water, maybe I'm just save with her.