Smoke Light.

Smoke Light

The lights fall soft
red purple
red purple
what happens when they touch you
kissing colours
in your hair
do they stay with you
forever
chosen few
youths free spirit
step into the light
high enough to carry
way into the smoke
red beams
stroking hair
carry you
to another place
like the ones we carry
tumbling over and over
can the crowd surf
this wave until
the very end
flashing lights
on bunny ears