Unobtrusive Sun

The Observer

Behind funereal lights

My eyes dim the day

How I walk on my way

As The Observer

 

Set far bereft

With the tenures of death

My presence infects

The Observer

 

But silhouette smiles

Began to deject

For twenty-four minutes by the fire

And tears more profound

Than the breaths which inspire

Were melded with the waves of the sound

 

Reflection

Oh, reflection

Who is this man?

With a strong brow 

And real-estate eyes

The mirror was wrecked 

In a spiritual hex

Now the only face 

I can\'t check is mine

 

Remember, you lovers

With roads paved in gold

Highways will lead you to suburbs

While you\'re grounded on earth

Look up to the sky

And there you will find

The Observer