The fine, naughty smile on her open lips, the jest in her naughty eyes which always light up at sunset... A proud glimmer in 'em all tonight, for she has two guests... ... Lovers, poles apart, but lovers... lovers...
The man, a loner from the north, from the highlands where warriors hide behind the masks of bards; his muse tonight has gems from the morning star, strewn on her evening gown; they held hands at the beach.
... At the front courtyard of their host, basking in her pure white affection, they danced... While their emcee, she spread out a dinner on a silver platter.
- The Pole Star, Venus and the Crescent Moon were aligned this evening. A union of lovers!
These familiar roads make me fear n brace, the lanes are marked in white footprints of infants and school kids... I ride without lane discipline.
A warm night, the wind from the seven seas comes funnelled between the dreams of sleeping, hard-working men; into the vents of my helmet, they bring a song...
I've forgotten its lyrics; I left behind all the tones for a grammar school and now a drummers role sans music. Just left to herald the darkness I’ll find, a little beyond the next right.
I cross this strait, once a day now. Once upon... a life time ago; it seemed like life, twice over, the rush to find my space, but the calling was never heard, now or even then.
Morning, it was then, the push for a young heart; it is in repeat now, but just half a tread at a time for this another man in me, noon it is now.
None to watch my back, the burn spreads there; sweat trickle and tickle down the neck till it becomes an itch that drives me further, a li'l farther, down that path of no return... Where I will lose the original sin in me to age; and the will in me to the measured words of an editor, out of control, out at large!
