For a Moment

Beauty in the Street

It is because of the beauty in the street that I couldn't sleep
At night it's light dances with the innocence of an angel not yet fallen
And it's voice becomes the music only a soul can hear
But it is not because of this that I couldn't sleep
But the mere presence of the beauty in the street
Which envelopes me in its arms
Almost as a predator captures its prey
And the beauty in the street is a woman
And it is a man
It is that which you want but don't need
It is that monster under your bed
And the sin in your veins
And the beauty in the street will always remain lit up at night
Like a streetlight
Which burns even when the moon is enough to light the world