Nine is way out of line
Nine is the night
Of sidewalks and jazz bars.
In the middle of the street
In the middle of the night
Making up for lost time.
Wrapped up in a tango
Swept away by a kiss
That makes Blood Alley stop
That makes Gastown pause
The moon our only witness.
As silent as the night
As quiet as the road
We walk together
Through the alleys and over bridges
The lights shine for us
New
And the water glows for us
Ancient
We are wrapped in the cloak of the sublime - nine.
About the Creator
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