Hawt sun colder than most
Warm rain steaming the ground
Beautiful moonlight FuLL
Light shadow casting over the horizon
Shades of being in the distance
Walking together, walking separately
Walking in sync
Out of sync
Walking hand in hand
Walking a pet
The sunrise comes over the scene
Like a tropical fruit juice mix
In waves
Drops
So sweet
You tingle when you taste it
An assumingly heavenly vibe
Feeling like you are graced with a bit of divinity
Amidst the madness
No seeds.
Which is nice
A citrus mist that you breathe in
Taste the air
Sure beats smelling the exhaust of cars
Although in their own regard
They hold a sense of divinity for some
Status for others
Even with the wealthiest cars
The true wealth avatars
Are driven
From a to b
Even their pets are aristopomp
Perhaps so
Nevertheless
The car gets me to the rave
The orange juice citrus drink
Waits for me at the pawty
I sit and drink
After dancing all night
Each foot hurts
But i want to dance some more
This deejay has a hold over
ME
I would gladly become his music
As he wishes
- Shaun A. Delage