Night's a groovy lady
Orange lights shine from street lamps,
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation
left me feeling slightly vague.
This car has
like a submarine out at sea,
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves
Looking through the rearview mirror,
The night was staring back at me.
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity.
Reading the white lights of the city,
I place a book mark for a rainy day.
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel
Into Bustling traffic,
and faster paced people,
I never considered cigarettes,
until I washed up,
onto this flickering scene.
strangers smile and frown.
got myself a traveling circus,
of people I call friends.
Funny how little flares of imagination
send us shooting to the stars-
like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room,
has me bouncing off the walls
neon green tuxedos-
we are all just here tonight, dancing,
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.
we are all just here tonight dancing-
like sunlight touching diamonds,
we are dancing
Funny how little flares of imagination,
send us all stringing along.