Touch The Night

 While you were sleeping

   we would feast

       on night fog

 

We would slip out

   our windows and fall into

         wonder night

 

dressed in black

  ocean smells dragging us to wander

    Carlsbad fog vanished us

        our panther paws

          sneaking past drive ways, windows, and  roads

 

&

 

into   that Shangrala community

  hundreds of trees and shrubs awaiting us

    dimmed lighting cast halos into fog

       perfect for attack

 

Fog so thick for vanishing

  we floated,

       ghost thoughts

          nobody could see

          

                 drifting closer to a mysterious mind to think us up

                    like a poem written by accident 

                       behind the words lie an unexplained will 

                         to power the ship, power the wheel

                           that drove us to fill the page

 

                               touch the night.

 

somewhere out there

  8 young bandits

   all panther stepping upon a kill

 

    somewhere back there 

      innocence crushed blind

        into black pebble dust

 

            cosmic winds await to carry us

 

crawl soft to awaiting door bells

   touch the night, press the light

                &

 run

 

5 paces into shrubs

 duck down

                     wait

 

1  2  3  4 5  6   7   8   9

 

door opens 

 

  a voice calls out  "Hello?  Hello Hello?"

 

a hint of fear trembles in their voice

 

sly silent stealth

  cuddled and one in fog

not one rustle   not one whisper

    no giggles permitted

        serious as heroin

           jammed into city needles

 

    adrenaline like dragons blood

        flowing in river fire

             coarsing  behind misfit eyes

 

    hour upon hour

       8 bandit   panther pawed

         ghost-vanished fog movers

            diving fast behind secret curtains

 

 

 so well protected nobody caught us

 

 

    night after

                     night

some important change

  peddeled our being

   to seek

 

night

 after

   night     

 

 running phantoms spraying mist on Shangrala

 

   crossing freeways, playing live Frogger

    abandon all safety for life or death thrills

 

  Who dare catch panthers

     driven to hunger

        racing adventure for precise kills?

 

     Who dare dream us up?

 

   What mind can see us through such heavy, dank fog?

 

   ghost thoughts whispering

     

             &

    

        vanishing  like ocean spray

         touching paradise

          

         ghost kids

  

         crawling panther soft

            elusive but waiting

                 to press the lights

                     &

            so  damn  eager to touch the night.