dancing lily
Bluelighter
Cells of intergalactic pavement
Flow like rivers
Through the noisy lot.
Bongo drums echo
Through distant cries of
Beetles.
Translucent greens melts,
But not like glass,
More like shadows.
Scattered voices
Gently call to me
Under the glow of the sun.
The hours feel like years,
As I roll in this
Irreverent ecstasy.
Flow like rivers
Through the noisy lot.
Bongo drums echo
Through distant cries of
Beetles.
Translucent greens melts,
But not like glass,
More like shadows.
Scattered voices
Gently call to me
Under the glow of the sun.
The hours feel like years,
As I roll in this
Irreverent ecstasy.