There we were making rhythmsJumping ahead of Earth’s own heartbeatSetting new times to our universeAnd we drank it in like warming wineWe the childrenRunning to desertsPockets full of magicWith whiskey spirits in our souls and our wingsUs few the boldThe brave trodden soulsTobacco stinging bright our gypsie eyesKaleidoscopes reaching fingers through our mindsTo stir our colored dreamsOur dusty hearts set aflameBy setting stars and shooting sunsAnd here the sparks become our lovesAnd so with them we danced upInto airless skies and cloudless nightsTo make ash angels on moonsAnd snowflakes of Milky Waysxx Atticus@atticuspoetry