The Wild Ones

Purple and black

black and purple,

the skies seem to turn

when the sun has given up.

Red and orange

and yellow and blue

the skies seem to turn

when the moon has had enough.

Everything changes,

spirits die,

even the moon who holds

her head so high.

The sun closes his eyes

and we come alive,

the wild ones of the

night.

A wild thing

with a wild heart,

who doesn’t give up like

the moon, sun, and stars.

We’re stronger than that,

the wild ones

usually are.

Hearts burning with passion

Golden life in our eyes,

Nothing can stop us

Not even the clouded, changing

skies.

Author's Note

not my best, wrote it within literally 5 minutes while on a noisy bus ride

Reviews

[Richard]

wow, I love the life given to the moon and stars and the idea of the wild ones is intriguing :)
makes me think of James Dean and some of those old dudes ha