Shorter light closes in on 81, it's been
touch and go for a while. Worn soles
nearing the floor. What I wouldn't give to
see you smile. Flesh tone colored houses
take a soft pastel form. It resembles tiny
pebbles beneath ocean soaked shores.
Shapes go by. Blending dyes.
The sky is gold. The clouds look like they want
to tell me something. Not sure where the wind's
blowing, but I know where it takes me. Faint
buttons pushed and turned make bad news
travel far. Dotted yellow lines as guides bring me
to where you are. Lonely rhythms keep the time.
They're loud enough to see. While shadows
outside windows keep me company. Steep hills,
uneven pavement keep priorities inside. Warm
homes and warmer arms make it worth the ride.
Shapes go by. Blending lights.
Stinging eyes. Machines alive.
If you feel like you're lost, then you probably are