Post by AquarianM on Aug 9, 2012 2:37:33 GMT -5
Keep Movin'...
I remember the hot young days when the high-hats would refuse to stop,
And the floor was covered in a completely rhythmic flow of soft curves and heat,
The lights were whirling and strobing in perfect pace,
Non-stop glimpses of swaying sweet sweat irresistible,
When Rock County had at least a dozen places hot-grinding before AIDS existed.
I remember flying on a swift green bicycle with a pack of friends,
Arcing through Summer with wheels spinning across town and country,
Seeing everything close and pure in a flash of blue sky and warm nights,
Racing lightning bugs and curfew laughing with joy in the hot air.
I see around me all the blue hair and remark on the sharp ones,
Those who keep movin' at impossible ages,
They never stop and just go and go and go,
It's the secret sauce of life,
The best cheat of the Reaper's cruel cuts,
Keep movin' so he has to run hard as Hell to catch the least part of you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/09/2012
I remember the hot young days when the high-hats would refuse to stop,
And the floor was covered in a completely rhythmic flow of soft curves and heat,
The lights were whirling and strobing in perfect pace,
Non-stop glimpses of swaying sweet sweat irresistible,
When Rock County had at least a dozen places hot-grinding before AIDS existed.
I remember flying on a swift green bicycle with a pack of friends,
Arcing through Summer with wheels spinning across town and country,
Seeing everything close and pure in a flash of blue sky and warm nights,
Racing lightning bugs and curfew laughing with joy in the hot air.
I see around me all the blue hair and remark on the sharp ones,
Those who keep movin' at impossible ages,
They never stop and just go and go and go,
It's the secret sauce of life,
The best cheat of the Reaper's cruel cuts,
Keep movin' so he has to run hard as Hell to catch the least part of you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/09/2012
