Ghosts of Darkened Yesterworld

Moment split between
pavement and infinite sky.
Shade and color bleed.

Remembering us.
Shedding insecurities.
Conquering the night.

So I gaze moonward.
Lunatics of Luna fall,
time treads brisk & grave.

As to set about
a real, never ceasing quest,
of tracing back miles

All hopes to regain
a royal consequence, for
shaking constancy.

Driving, the listless
ghosts of darkened yesterworld
have scarce been so kind.

The road before me
undulating as serpents
through valley and hill.

Past never relived
made sure resolve for mindful
presence made present.