a midsummer's night

Rolling home a quarter past midnight I said farewell to my lost boys in the band wagon. love was in the air tonight as were heat and curiosity. The beauty began with an ear of corn and a string of Silver. continued with a children's play, was given new life by a dark car ride, and grew tremendously at a small shop of coffee. not only was the coffee everything my summer soul had been longing for, albert einstein himself was there, IN THE FLESH.just a few chairs away. His wisdom radiated throughout and among the eclectic persons present.time passed, we said until again, and arrived at the palace home. Ya know, the kind where you're not sure if that chair is for sitting or just for decoration. six half naked bodies with saltwater eyes, and minds which forgot King clock. words floated across the pool as the stars did in the sky above us. Each heart had a different focus, yet somehow we remained each in attune with the others. perhaps it was the heavy heads full of then and now. Maybe the ones who drew out paths to cross knows something we do now. maybe we were high on the air of june, with colored youth clouding our senses.maybe it will always. Be that way.