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