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A Poem
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I wrote this for my wife a while ago, but figured I could throw it in here.
Two lines in the darkness
pealing into the night
soundless dragging thunder
pointed to where the pitch meets the sky
and high above, shrouded in ink
is the light piercing through
shaded as blood, or maybe wine
burns the newer sight of the moon
and the night hums
and the car moves
and I make my way back to you
The lines never end, and never meet
no matter how far I go
they will guide me as I ride
they will take me home
winds will blow and air will move
others will pass, their fates unknown
still the night hums
still the car moves
still I make my way back to you
In the velvet darkness
clouds do roam
and the road and night meet
with no line, no border, a barely discernable tone
the stars area hidden in the sky
barely a sight seen in this encroaching gloom
but its alright, yes alright
moving under the blood red moon
and the road is taking me
as the night hums
as the car moves
as I make my way back to you.
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"The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science." - Albert Einstein
