High-Rise To The Stars Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Bygones must be bygones,
forgive me, and life will be fine.
I have booked a musical concert,
hurry over ~ tell me you're mine.
And we will hear the synthesizers
and taste the mandarins, and
climb the 'High Rise' to the stars...
out of darkness, heading for Mars.
How we will love the mellow hours
as we sit in a place of renown,
where we have never been before
through purple gates of Indigo Town.
Every night the moonbeams will shine;
hurry over and tell me you're mine.