With Our Night Goggles On

The treasure trove of life
Kept secret by flashlight late at night
We're painted on the surface of
Your children's flawless faces.
The music of beautiful laughter
Rings my ears, wakes me up.
Tires you out and you slink away.
We're naked and we're free
And we run along the salacious ground.
Our tiny footprints will wash away
But you'll always remember
I'll be sure of that.
Like an underground existence
He was your right hand man.
A sheet of tall glass and we all wear
Sunglasses. No eye contact is ever made.
We're a nude rebellion with
All of us offered up
But nobody ever sees our thoughts
Underground at midnight
Armed with small but heavy flashlights
But you never, ever see us.
And I still don't know why.

5-2-08