Struck by the beauty of an urban California night,
by the power of that palm shadow,
a touch darker than the dark night sky,
– reminds you of your presence in a world great place –
Driving away from a mistake dinner,
if there can be such a thing,
where a bright young girl announced her affiliation with you to the group she leans on for support and identity.
You could see she was proud to be with you,
even though you’re too old to comfortably blend.
It’s sweet to shine for someone,
even as you’ve just emerged from your own unkempt house.
Lovers give us hope,
That the pretty version of ourselves is real.
We spend time with them on special California nights,
with the moon on the ocean,
just up ahead.
We let them shine,
and so do we,
but we don’t see they don’t love us.
We don’t see they don’t see us.
Maybe one day we’ll rest with a Jack,
or a Jill,
or maybe all we’ll ever do is search.