Mar
7
Music Drifts Through the Night
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Everclear
Neon-lit palm trees glow
She takes some shots of Everclear
and dreams of passion
on a spring night when anything is possible
The vast light, the shock of wind
music drifts through memories
In myth, in dream
chaos drifts like moths to a flame
her perfume fragrances the night air
but only your eyes can see
the echoed strains of music
through the labyrinth and the
morning cup of coffee
-Jessi in Tennessee (search phrase “music drifts through the night”)