directly ahead
lay soft white clouds
daggers of sunlight
pierce the swirling vapor
with a hint
of a better times ahead
yet a delineation of
sallow charcoal
hovers just above me
and no matter my rate
of speed through
the swollen streets
hoping for one moment
in golden extrusion
the rain follows me
latched on to the siren
call of a fool tracing
raindrops down the glass
lost in the chaos
an over abundance of
never enough soaking
through a tissue paper
soldier fighting wars
with a pacifist’s heart
smiling sadly as my fingers
long to run the gentle
curve of your neck
instead of deterirating
down the highway chasing
a light always just
out of my grasp