Morning Glory

Rockering. Into the pavement. And onto the street beyond. Urban soldiering with the morning, we go. Presented in black and white. Presented in shade of rocking beats, every day, coffee, to go. Every night, beats to trascend. Heart on dance floor. Hope splatered in ice cubes. Look back, look for, look at, neon lights.



And on the day to day. And on to the night to night. Hips shake inside, they cannot show outside. Unless there is no passer-by. In the midst of the soundtrack, the ever rocking flow of water, under bridges, into the arms, down throught the arm pits. Seaweeds in fresh water. Thoughts meandering, they are not noticed. Mind travelling, waiting for lightning to strike.