Hot nights, faded fireflies,
whole sky, living lightly
It looks like a few miles of bad road-
windows down, push pedal to go.
there were potholes that shook our sides,
but all those things, they make the ride.
Humming softly, with an evening breeze
the horizon far eager to greet me.
And the only rain are the Orionids
falling down on this sable street
wreaking white on ebony
myself enraptured in my seat.
And the east a purplish chalcedony,
where my road is leading
carrying me to solace and sanctuary
to a better place I'm steering.
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Noveyre (
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Great poem, I can see you "enraptured in your seat", and don't forget, if you don't know where you are going you cannot get lost!
Good write, we are all on that journey to a better place.
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