The vision from wide focus shows a landscape of an uphill climb.
A sea of red lights, in a tapestry woven that intertwines with white flashes.
The melody the streets make is soothing, with cold raindropss that’s cooling.
Hot moments, cascade the forecast of a tempered being, trying to make reason of these senseless feelings.
Where are they?
This Island moves on rubber wheels, while they float on invisible seats.
The silence is dee when she and he speak.
So they fill the empty void with compatible speech.