After the Party

Footsteps pound on the dusty floor. Echoes of laughter through the open door. The moon's a drummer, beating low and wide. Shadows dancing where the secrets hide. After the party, the fire still burns. Ashes whisper out as the world turns. We sing to the night. We drink to the stars. After the party, we remember who we are. Bare feet trace patterns in the dirt. Sweat and stories soaked into the shirt. The piano hums like an ancient breeze. Notes untamed like the wilder sea. Time Slows down. The sky feels near. Every chord, a spell we hear. After the party, the fire still burns. Ashes whisper out as the world Turns. We sing to the night. We drink to the stars. After the party, we remember who we are. Broken glasses under the moon's glow. Dreams spilled where the embers grow. Hands clasped tight in a sacred tune. Hearts beating loud under the tribal Moon. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.