hollow night
has sharp colors and
places deep where faces hide
places forgotten where even the hopeless dream
calling out along the night breeze
she held hope to hear answer that never came
she held out against fear and dared to dream
and then she found poems scrawled on the walls
a wordsmith who spoke to her soul
and she knew
she knew

opulent places of exquisite beauty
and desolate strip malls
with a single shopping cart in the empty
parking lot
she climbed in and he pushed  
her faster and faster
laughing free they
conquered the night and smiled
up at stars

two am in the summer is a palace
of the hopeful romantic
of the lonely shuffler dance seeking a song
and in the depths of hollow night
anyone even i can find a reason to endure
even i can seek a hand to hold

opulent palaces of the soul
and the magic is the heart that wanders
the hour with love in his or her mind

two am
and the suburbs are filled with distant sounds
the ever flowing highway
to the shuffle of the man carrying his home into
the depths of the night whistling a song of youth
the suburbs are moving in slow motion on the nightbrezze

two am and a shopping cart
lean down and kiss her
and in that moment love everything in the hope
and wonder you see in her eye
even a shadow like me could find life there
even a remnant like me could see a future there