Hippie singer poem

You spoke to me, i don’t know why, it could be my hair, purple and bright, just like your soul in this sun, we sang, ran, and laughed for the fun, But this moment was short, and at an end, …

Trance

I walk through the crowd, intense music playing like a fog. Flashing lights moving bodies, as I move on closer to you. My vision of you going from a haze to complete blackness, then back to a haze. I am entranced in you.

You are covered in streaks of fluorescent body paint. As am I. Your hair, skin and clothes all dusted in that burn red sand, skin Sunkist, eyes alive. All signs of being out in the desert to long.

You are excited to see me, to share the night with you. Under the stars, at this hippie festival.