#38
cocktails in the waiting party
time raises a delicate glass to her lips
and sips the chilled wine slowly
she stares at me with a fire in her eyes
that melts the walls around me
I am left holding my cocktail glass dubious
as the party sways the ship reality
and time gazes at me with her thin red lips
her hair bobbed black as the furthest night
as the sun and moon giggle in the corner
about the gossip of orion and polaris
cheating with the seven sisters in a purple haze
the waiter is a parrot is filling our glasses
as the walls melt away and music throbs under
our skin though our veins and the beat drums
overhead oversea to timbuktu and back again
just where are we now
hush hush dear time she whispers in my ear
from a mile away through the mountains
you will see dear hush hush its not yet ready
soon you will come hush hush dear hush
you cannot know when the party must end
and glory begins