with the light of the day retreating,
I'm recalling eastern nights many years ago.
I recall the heat, the windows open and the sounds of the street.
I recall the chill, and plastic on the windowsill.
The music that moved my soul
and the spirit of friends that I could never let go.
Living, as I am now, in what seems like 3 hours in the past -
I watch the eastern nights pass while the light still fades on this foreign shore.
I watch the movement of eastern life
while my life in this warm Pacific light wraps me around it's hands
takes me in and makes me grin.