“Tonight
we fly” said the moon.
Anyplace you want to swoon.
Your destination is my preoccupation.
Your peregrination is my true motivation.
It’s 2:18 am when the stars all yawn.
It’s 3am when the sun is gone.
Nevermind her, she’s red with rage most the time.
She’s been in heat all day; pregnant with shine.
There’s no need for heaven’s door.
Or a motel room without a floor.
There are no rules on this excursion..
Into the world of footprint virgins.
Oahu bound? Maybe Perry Sound? The blue-bell gardens of New Brighton? Or
somewhere quite profound?
I recommend the dusty Jupiter library, the shelf of Exo-Boralis, ice skating on
Mercury, or the black rock palace.
The choice is yours on this one way trip..
But remember, “tonight we fly”, and you’re the captain of this airship.