The laughing of the children as they pass by, the cars that move the words that fly.

A city alight with being alive, a place where the other people feel the vibe,

Of an evening out where life is lived and those who enjoy the weekend play, as sitting on the side and watching the day

The sun is gone now, the evening is awake, far off mountains somewhere else,

The growl of engines, the lingering smoke.

The highlighted purples in the spotlight’s gaze,

The rising of the planet, who follows the evening,

A light someplace else, a star who is born.

Beyond the skies the night that is shown,

The songs of a siren who wishes to be seen.

The longing to see the waves tumbling, when it’s far away and the legs are too tired.

Can’t say tomorrow, and the moon’s day is so far.

If there is time on the day after words have been made,

Perhaps we can meet in the beautiful bay.

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