It is not pretty and it will never be the way you imagined it so close your eyes. Return the key and enjoy the view from our first floor loft

They can’t spy me from down there. Eyesight is twenty twenty. Squint and you can catch a glimpse. The shooting star of your dreams. They are your dreams.

Moon is made of cheese. Lies we use to tell ourselves. Space cheese would have been an excellent pallet. I’ll settle for this. The mediocre Earth cheese.

The patience to be great. Mediocrity won’t get you far. Maybe to the nice house down the street. Yet never to the stars. Where the greats rest their eyes.

Cheeks bronze like a penny. Flushed through chills and foundation. The cold air chases away the pain.

Lucky like a nickel. Nobody can make me feel the way you do. Must be the luckiest one on earth.

The air is thin like a dime. Slicing through creases bringing the chill with her. Chasing slowly away.

Hard to miss like a quarter. Needed and unable to avoid. One day you’ll be spent and gone far away.

Runs the worlds like a dollar. The rotation stills when your gone. Than spins out of control when you return.

Waiting is so much harder when what you are waiting for is amazing. Days drag and time slows. This is still wonderful but to be with you in euphoria is all I can think about. Let time haste swiftly. Let your sweetness discharge in my fingertips. Break these shackles of this temporary comfort and guide me too love’s kingdom

Walking towards the gate and never looking back. Made your mark in the home, deep and lasting. You belong in this home, yet, your not the home kind of person. The gate is cold along your fingers tips, icy and repelling.

This home might not be the same without you but it can no longer ignore your cold forgetfulness. Don’t forget to close the gate just don’t lock it. Don’t look back no reason to worry, this home will be warm, no reason to worry.

No one wishes for. Greed spoils these hands. Fortune turns her cheek. While loss frowns and steals.

We all wish. Glory shines down on us. Fortunes turns his cheek. The road less traveled is full of customers.

No more wishes. Life is at a still. Fortune is gone. No coins at the bottom of this well.

The air is dead

The wasteland is plagued by absence. Nothing survives across the plains and as far as the naked eye can see.

Motors rumble in the distance. Roaring in the heat of the sun, fearing the ferocious fiery uninterrupted blast of heat.

There was once life here.

Life moved and life moves on. Not here in the barren. Death is the only living creature in the badlands.

Acute authority and yet invisible. Outside of pavement will go unseen to the naked eye. Power to halt a four thousand pound machine in a five pound package. Directing you, keeping you safe. The orange conductors of the road.

 

The shield.

Defending your every step. Looking ahead for you. Foresight. The safety net of a deity.

March forward with no fear. It will cover your rear like a shadow. Living ahead is easy without ever looking back.

It’s the starting block.

Without it you would       crumble. Come crashing down into the earth where you began. To start once again.