To the moon

your thoughts are a sweet mystery
hidden in plain sight
a language unfamiliar
scribbling’s way too tight

for me to understand them all
I really wish I could
will you ever tell me?
I promise I'll be good

to the dreams for far beyond
and the worries of the past
be gentle though, and please don't force
I know I'm way too fast

in wanting you to tell me all
I know it's much too soon
we cannot even see the stars
and I already want the moon