Sunset Strip

This is the moment when gold light gathers

Under palm trees drifting in the breeze.

This the time of evening sun pleasure.


Shadows billowing along the street

Behind yellow taxis moving steadily

Under the palm trees drifting in the breeze.


Sea gulls rising large

Above the brave wide strips of neon lighting

And the stream of taxis moving


dreams of love, a life not frightening

Silhouettes escaping from the dark

Into the brave wide strips of neon lighting


Silhouettes escaping from the dark



Of things not said, yet not ignored.

This is the moment when gold light gathers

In the lives that we inhabit, and there are no words for

This is the time of evening sun pleasure.