Orange Coaches and Other Rides
Sunday, September 24th, 2006
An orange coach, color blasted coaches
Long road rides, or high strung rails
Shares a lovely history
Of times shared in different moments
A scorching smirk of the Sun
Or a gleeful grin of the late night moon
Two, me and someone
Fancied the swaying winds
Or dreaded the rain
On a four wheeled orange coach
Driven by one, and led by one
Where to, you might ask?
But of course
To the modern luxurious marketplaces
Called "malls"
Indulging ourselves
To a point that we were both satisfied and hungry for more
Or, the Hall of Artisans
Where revives past and mythical
Legendary stories untold
But even our trip is an epic itself
Just as amazing, and just as damning
For every road past
We both share to gaze distant to the skies
And deeply on each other’s eyes
How could we enjoy together company?
If not for our traveling rides
Dazzled by city lights
With just ourselves to enjoy