Magic black and silver Cadillacs
Carry us effortlessly out of the city
In singing groups of five and six
Towards the field of endless sunset.
Barefooted, we saunter the soft grass,
As cool as the humid air that’s ambling
Through the bushes of lavender, sage, and chamomile
Surrounding the bonfires and fountains in odd corners.
The fires are hazy but bright,
And the waters seem to play a melody.
Keeping our eyes open causes the faintest strain
That intoxicates us evenly through every moment.
The crowds continue gathering
And soon the fairies are hovering between us,
Fluttering and dancing in silent revelry
To the beat of wings, water, and flame.
Wherever you move it stays the same
But the faces and voices endlessly change.
Every action you make costs nothing to take
And each weightless breath draws you in further.
There’s a time but no age,
No history and no needs,
It opens up only a sconed
And invites us to escape eternity.