I can faintly remember that day;
We had been driving for hours.
Finally, I could hear it:
Loud supersonic booms and echoes.
I got out, and I could feel it.
The suffocating air,
The scorching, burning heat,
And the radiating, bright light.
Overhead I could hear the loud birds,
Singing shrill, sharp shots of glee,
Of a bright, midsummer's day.
Slewed, silver starlight wait in their eyes.
It was a calm, crystal clear day.
The canvas, unblemished.
The horizon was clear,
Showing off rays of the first light.
The gold, soft and lumpy heated ground,
Littered with trinkets, waiting,
For the taking of loved hands.
Drinking the horizon of pale light.
We had climbed over soft, yellow hills,
To reach our location.
The blooming, frigid palms,
Creating a smooth, gentle breeze.
Realization of the burnt dawn,
I can remember.
old poem I wrote a while back. dug it up and thought to post it here. not the best, but fun to look back at.