Flaming red hair
Short, cropped blonde
Startling pair of blues
And a chopped brunette
And a wonderful hint ahead
Feet trail one after another
As the sun sinks far below the horizon
Chuckles of laughter bellowing thereafter
No ceiling to contain the gitty flare
No roof to block the chilly breeze
The crunch of brown grass
A gathering of strangers
Headlights pierce through the night
Beckoning shadows bounce into flight
The stars shine and glisten
Nothing to bother but other hearts
Willing to listen
And like a trail of headlights
In the dead of the night
We help lead the way
Without quite knowing
Which way