Night Butterflies

Sun is done

Now darkness
rules the scene

Nocturnal debutantes dance
on neon moon beams

Stylish carnivores cavort
on the crowded roar floor

Glazed rocket riders streaming live
getting their cyber blast on

The forces of frolic
eventually converge
and merge with the light

Taking flight in the night

Soaring high
into the celestial vortex

Light years above the pull
of gravity's morality

The clock strikes dawn

Magic now gone

As our bleary heroes
tumble off the conveyor belt

Landing back
into the cold steel arms
of the flat line monotony
we desperately tried to escape
in a time stream temporarily
when we journeyed to the stars