Tiger Lilies

Stargazing tiger lilies Riding in the backseat of the night Feeling so strange So extraordinary Pointing fingers at the streaming lights Whizzing through the summer night Wasting time skipping stars The night is ours We could run to Mercury We can visit Mars Maybe even sing a hymn of ours Stargazing tiger lilies Painting pictures of prison bars Visiting Hercules behind old cars Casting pages from the book of Job Into the river Styx Waiting for Charon to ferry us Across the river of the dead.