Midnight Tokyo

Neon reflections glide on rainslick asphalt.
Midnight. Tokyo.
Where will your Karma spend the night?
Silken thighs of Ginza tempt you like heaven
to dance in the demesne
of manifest destiny
glittering mantra of delight
behind each gaudy smoke filled facade
parted lips flash painted smiles
to hide the truth
which still gleams
ready to shake
the dreamer from the dreams
taillight trails
align and dazzle
the splintered musing
of alcoholic rush
possessing no will
to drift as a shadow
upon the night air
no sound in passing
just colors and lights
and a smell
like home
from another time
the moments intersect
in eternity
as a breath is drawn in realization
that dreams are only dreams
when one awakens.