Palm trees in the Las Vegas,
Brought from far away.
Transplanted into sandy ground,
About which, they had no say.
Yet they seem to be quite happy,
Despite the lack of rain.
They have the loyalty of the sun,
And winds to help them sway!
And how about the late night music?
The lights that make them glow?
The crazy things they get to witness,
That the world may never know?
It is true what they say,
At least in many a circumstance.
What happens in Vegas stays there,
Where many happy palms dance.
Walking on a staircase,
Along the Las Vegas strip.
I heard loud and clearly,
Nearly suffered a missed step slip…
“Is my booty showin?!”
Wow… I’ve never had to ask that.
A peril to which I cannot relate,
No judgment, just the facts!
The comedy that exists to entertain,
If only our senses are alert.
Some may find it sad, maybe I do a little.
But When I relive that laughter, my stomach still hurts!
Light pouring through the fog.
Across a floral ceiling tall…
Soft water sprays.
Sounds of the tropical wild,
People still flooding in.
Laughter and silent stares.
Le Reve’s about to begin…
I saw Le Reve (The Dream) this weekend. One of Vegas’ amazing shows. Not lacking in stimuli by any means- great for the stimuli junkie I am! I loved it. It was filled with ridiculously incredible acrobatics, magic, illusion, music- even a bit of comedy. The artistry was mesmerizing… captivating. I felt like I had really entered “a Dream”. I didn’t want to wake up either! I’m grateful I had the opportunity to experience it!
Short video here: http://www.wynnlasvegas.com/Shows/LeReve/Videos
photo collage:my collection
Paused for reflection,
Amidst a revolving world.
I saw me within…
pic: from my collection
Gathered together as strangers.
Connected by fascination.
Experiencing the shared moment,
Eyes lifted in amazement…
Bellagio Casino Fountain show, Las Vegas strip
pic: my collection
Vegas in the day
Accents the desert landscape
At night she’s feral
Picture: my collection – local hike.
My friends gave me two weeks
Said I’d die if I moved to Vegas
Part of me feared they were right
With their “friendly” vote of confidence
I’m still alive two years later
Clean and sober almost a year
I’ve learned it’s not where I go
I can grow where I’m planted, and I’m planted here
Looking down from up high
Framed city in sight
I see newness and hope
It’s here I learned to fight
Perhaps it’s ironic that I’d discover sobriety
Amid the temptations in the “City of Sin”
I choose, with God’s help, life’s path
True change is not external; it comes from within!