Everyone was dancing
but to me
everything was in slow-motion
and I looked around
...
I hate when it hits me like that,
that awful feeling
of missing everything.
...
4am
Such wondrous nights
on delirium.
Flickering stars.
Sea hymns.
Slurred poetic remarks.
Jazz filled body rhythms.
I don't think I'll sleep
tonight, dear!
I suggest you don't either.
I'm in those esoteric hours!
With those esoteric secrets!
Those sea wash secrets.
Those ocean whispers.
I'll stay up all night long
with those salty vibes
caressing my soul.
Mmm,
bless me, darling.
Come sin with me.