Derelict

In a season dry The rust is thick and falls away most of it is metal bones and gears Its glass fractured fallen out at last spiders webs of crazy cracks sparkle glitter in the sun the headlights like eyes seeing none blind broken out in the distance of time wheels only rims Rubber rotten fallen away under moon sun ice and rain where it all swept away each & every day through each & every night. Sitting in a field of dry rye forgotten alone a house once white Burns on the horizon, a season dry. Rust thick cracks and falls away, bearing Metal bones bazaar frozen gears and cogs left to decay. Shattered glass reflecting Blue sky Golden days & amethyst nights Many a field stretching out into the firey seams the house blackened now an obsolete derelict sitting on a rusted red line A horizon a flair in a dry season far away