I heard a vision henceforth

Of a man and a boy from the north

They visit me on this beautiful Earth

Tough scruff and cheese stuff

Long nights and goat friends

I lost my rein years ago

Twitch with me, pal

Blue skies, clouds outside

A window after stairs

Looking from inside.

Skies full of wonders

The man looks from his window

A world out of reach.

Time frozen forever

A photograph of a clock

Left as a memory.

A mass exodus

Where'd they come from, where'll they go?

The morning commute.

Subtle pleasant smell

The girls' perfumes in the air

Freshness before toil.

Synergetically

The cars, the people, and the birds

Softly, sooty air.

Yellow seats available

I'm not taking them.

Memories from the bus.

My guilty pleasure

Ode to that which will be gone

I am told they kill, I am told they will

But I savor the road which I drive on

A swing and a miss, my wing through a whisk

The wind with a mist, the road the rubber kissed

Nice stroads with no traffic, almost even so mystic

Explodes with no havoc, almost even holistic

I can feel the sky blue, I'm in love with it too

The dry airs of winter shall paint it a pink hue

The road that leads me there will then kill it too

Take the bus I should

But the bus is not the same

An ode to driving.

Take me with you, friends from the aether

For man and his problems, you bow for neither

I want your adventure, I want your yonder

If I could grow wings I'd b'ith the floor asunder

Think about it, they are both nocturnal, silent predators, they both look very sinister when hunting, they are also both best in class when hunting. Cats are the mammal equivalent to owls.

Fairies of the nights

Aviation Obstruction Lights

Why are you so lonely?

On the night’s onliest window, I reside

I look, I look, for lights in the sky

My own visual lullaby.

Full many a glow of pure volition

To most, their mission hidden

But I am the one to listen

Up high where you’ve been risen,

I will, one day, rest my disposition.

In the country there are fireflies

But up here we have you

May be tired eyes,

But your red matches our navy blue.

The city; chaotic

But you’re so serene

A charm all so hypnotic

Though it is so mean,

Many a flower bloom unseen.

So many red lights

The stars of the starless nights

Dots on pedestals.