Sunsets Outside Cars
These two sides of sunset being
Reflective of thy mangled heart's desire which
Hath driven you away with ample evidence forged
In my superfluous innocence,
Too swinging amid the colors now,
Alloting relief and yet
Dismissing passage to
An alternate expressive route
I mourn for past Dreamers justly wishing
For things inaccessible to today's world devoid
Of most things naive
The very vehicle I am perched in distributes
Ill air throughout the land and I know
That you know this and You,
Sir,
Are imbedded within my mind's eye still
Running with the ages of old ne'er
Faltering,
Reminiscent of a brilliant passers by resort
Those hands lie open so liberating
Instilling in me a strong will
I'll close this book now
The colors brighten while fading in passion
'Tis time to shut mine eyes to such a passage
All is existent,
Therefore everything evokes something
*I wrote this a little while after reading Beowulf in school..haha. Although Beowulf holds no relation to this poem aside from the style, I figured I'd mention that (shrugs)*
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