I'll take a walk its 3am <br />through the city or the forest <br />Its late and I'm feeling lazy eyes again. <br />But if gets too late <br />I realise the sun's gonna be up soon. <br /> <br />There's a plane about to touch down; <br />and the shops are busy <br />starting for the day. <br />City streets are picking up the residue <br />from the parties and the emotion of the <br />beautiful winters night. <br /> <br />I might do another manic waltz in the dawn. <br />and pretend that I'm dancin with you. <br />Just because I can't see your face; <br />The evening's nearly over and <br />you know I'll be home soon... <br /> <br />The evening made us brave enough <br />to make love without fear to a stranger. <br />And angels watching overhead they are not <br />jealous, they're happy there's <br />something wonderful, to <br />herald for a change<br /><br />Maxwell B Anderson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/be-nice-to-saturdays-children/
