Through Cold Night Air
Stepping outside my door
This chill wakens me
Mind now so refreshed
Heart warmed under overcoat
Eyes ablaze this night
Nothing cooling my desire
Fire of my life
Waiting there so patiently
End of my trail
Nothing meaning much more
Much more meaning less
World left behind me
Screaming to let go
Not hardly good enough
For this driven man
Striding to his eternity
Oh so very lost
Are those little brains
Grasping at classless ideals
Groping for something unreal
I rush to destiny
A rare beauty unseen
By many mortal eyes
For they are blinded
Caught in a whirlpool
Vision set on pause
Silver gold and green
Only things in sight
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2014
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