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Night After Night
First light grants hope
as morning waits to breathe-
in, every bit of deliciousness
that mine eyes grace
not your ordinary visionary day
as the devil has come out to play
dancing amid darkened shadows
gripping at the dawn of disgrace
placed improperly in an impromptu space
but the warmth awaits
sun fights with ghosts of yesteryear
truly tho no winner will appear
except into the throes
as deeper and deeper we will grow and go
time she sits and watches
a vouyer looking to hitch a ride
on a souped up fifty-seven
rebuilt back in ninety-nine
marks left as we spin our wheels
making it all right
two free spirits,
cruising along with that devil
night after night after night
as morning waits to breathe-
in, every bit of deliciousness
that mine eyes grace
not your ordinary visionary day
as the devil has come out to play
dancing amid darkened shadows
gripping at the dawn of disgrace
placed improperly in an impromptu space
but the warmth awaits
sun fights with ghosts of yesteryear
truly tho no winner will appear
except into the throes
as deeper and deeper we will grow and go
time she sits and watches
a vouyer looking to hitch a ride
on a souped up fifty-seven
rebuilt back in ninety-nine
marks left as we spin our wheels
making it all right
two free spirits,
cruising along with that devil
night after night after night
Published 2nd Aug 2019
Author's Note
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Anonymous
2nd Aug 2019 10:50pm
Great movement in this one, Tim. You created some fantastic imagery. Those layers of yours... :-)
