Cloud Nine

It hasn't gone unnoticed, the stride in your step.
The swing in your arms as you cruise down the street.
We are infatuated, oblivious to the din around us.
Anxious again to see you up close, sitting in the shade,
Your mouth upturned in the corners
in a sort of devilish grin.
What do you know that we don't?
Is there a future in that Crazy head of yours,
that lets us be a part of your magical world?
We know that grin.
We grin that grin too.
Because of you.
And because of you,
we walk with a stride in our step,
and we swing our arms as we cruise down the street.

Akasha Sept. 18, 2002