Exposed in the light
The passion fades
That desire so strong in the night
Dies as the sun rises to unveil reality

The cruel morning
Hurried greetings
Drifting glances
Anxious for the time

Finally the time arrives
Grateful to leave, to forget
The sights and sounds
For the machine

Yet, we'll meet again
Glances, exchanges
All meaningless
Even the passion

sasha, 1986

Copyright 1986 sasha