Wednesday, February 23, 2011

momentum

rusty moon tonight,
are you as tired as I am?
Does the night seem long,
does your task feel heavy?
My soles are red,
your light is dim,
and there aren't any stars to help.

Behind that thick factory smoke,
your yellow glow disappears,
and by the thrusts of this wind,
my walking pace slows.

Do you feel like shutting off?
Like flickering back into
the serenity of nowhere,
and letting the Earth illuminate itself?

But no,
you've got the momentum of millenniums
nipping at your heels and you'll shine on,
and you'll shine on me,
and I'll drag my cold feet
all the way home.