silentpoet
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 1, 2001
- Messages
- 207
The most beautiful of nights are in California,
With the moon filling the air with it's electric glow.
The stars dancing to a Stravinsky song,
Dancing the night away in playful bliss.
Trees shed darkness not in vain,
But to show us that there is nothing to fear.
The crickets make up an entire orchestra,
Playing to the virtuoso of their instruments.
Looking up at the endless sky,
The sky of purple haze.
The only thing better than watching a California night,
Is making love under a California night.
Down towards LA you can see an almost pulsating ring of light around the
city.
It tells me that their is life that never sleeps,
The does not go gently into that good night.
A life that is for anyone with curiousity and courage.
Newport beach is where everything happens first.
The waves crash against the water,
An endless moon shines,
Turning the water into a canvas that captures everything beautiful known to
man and woman.
Sandy shores surreal in the sight of sore eyes,
Blue blankets of clouds blacken the beach bay.
Newport pier extends into the realm of dreams,
Going far into the reaches of the imagination.
Sure any night is special in California,
But nothing comes close to the midsummer night I had one great day in
California.
Pablo
With the moon filling the air with it's electric glow.
The stars dancing to a Stravinsky song,
Dancing the night away in playful bliss.
Trees shed darkness not in vain,
But to show us that there is nothing to fear.
The crickets make up an entire orchestra,
Playing to the virtuoso of their instruments.
Looking up at the endless sky,
The sky of purple haze.
The only thing better than watching a California night,
Is making love under a California night.
Down towards LA you can see an almost pulsating ring of light around the
city.
It tells me that their is life that never sleeps,
The does not go gently into that good night.
A life that is for anyone with curiousity and courage.
Newport beach is where everything happens first.
The waves crash against the water,
An endless moon shines,
Turning the water into a canvas that captures everything beautiful known to
man and woman.
Sandy shores surreal in the sight of sore eyes,
Blue blankets of clouds blacken the beach bay.
Newport pier extends into the realm of dreams,
Going far into the reaches of the imagination.
Sure any night is special in California,
But nothing comes close to the midsummer night I had one great day in
California.
Pablo
