We drive, We ride
into dusky twilight
into darkness of lost regret
the youths of eternal night
We drive, We ride bold
into the future unknown
like youths of forgotten roads
We drive on dusty lanes
into darkness of unrest
our souls and hearts untamed
by the sharpness of loves angst
We drive, We ride bold
into the vastness of our rage
the youths of a lost age
sweating on hot summer night
holding our breath to hear
just one passionate heart beat
listening to our lovers breathe
We hold, We hold fast
entwine in wanderlust
in desperate embrace
longing to face our tomorrow
the youths of lost sorrow
We drive in search of wisdom
hoping to hear reasons voice
We cling, We clasp hands
to face the oncoming storm
hoping to find true love
in anxious, nervous reproach
Should I make a left turn, right or go full speed ahead for this eternal youth ??? mmmmmmm??? What a super poem it had me scooting up to the edge of my chair
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
Love, JC xoxoxo
~E
Chrissie