MINE...

A City that calls me after midnight
Does not forget me while the sun shines.
It holds me close - whispers in my ear,
Telling me secrets long lost in the flashing street lights.


A delicate balance between chaos and order,
Not unlike Ants marching.
A beautifully brilliant ensamble of sounds,
It is alive like at no other time.


I favor the rhythm in the air and move through the streets like a dancer on a stage,
A R A B E S Q U E...
P L I E'...
Finding the lost pieces to the puzzle in my mind.


A snapshot of a simpler time...
When is meant is, trust was effortless, and boys on boards rolled in and out of my life frequently.
When nothing was ever enough...
And there was no such thing as compromise.


A City that calls me after midnight does not forget me while the sun shines.