Reflect in the raindrops
Sprinkled across panes of glass...
Night song pulsed through me,
Shimmering into the first shades of morning.
I delight in the silvery euphoria
Of liquid voices,
Bassy beats that tremble my body,
And electronic melodies
That echo a post-modern reality.
I sway into the throbbing crowd,
Feeling the passions of a generation:
Love, agony, lust, tragedy--
We crave release,
Thrashing about in a moment of dance.
Surreal lights flash to hypnotic rhythms,
Glowing colors illuminate
Beads of sweat sizzling on skin,
And I surrender to the night,
Relishing in its sweet intoxication.
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Welcome to the fruits of my mind, rich with flavor and heavy with thought...bold and fresh, and sometimes bruised... Like life, they can be gentle or intense, tough or tender, full of pain or full of grace.
This is life through the eyes of a modern-day Eve-- An Eve who has seen and felt the ages, learned to live and dream in a world where we've already tasted the fruit...
It's not always roses, but that's life...
for bitter or sweet.
I remember when life was simple and pure, when we had but ask and it be given. It is now a different day, a different time, a different place...
...A mile in my shoes...