The pulse of the pavement,
the beat of the street,
the big city’s rhythm,
the rhythm of feet.
The flow of the traffic,
the heat of the air,
charged with high energy,
love, hope, and care.
The current of bodies
at high tide and ebb,
caught up in the music’s
incredible web.
The calm of the evening,
the settling down,
the balm of the neon lights
painting the town.
And candlelit dinners,
and laughter in bars,
and you and me,
intimate under the stars.
Tomorrow is Saturday.
Give it my best.
We’ll break from the rhythm
and stay in, and rest.
The warmth of your body’s
my blanket to keep.
You’re loved and protected,
and so am I.
Sleep.
Beyond Panic 