[i ran, and ran, and ran, on this endless road of hazy spectacles,
but you have breathed ghost shackles on my ankles
they always take me back to you
tonight let me sleep where my feet will take me
but when the dawn breaks and i wake, you'd be the first thing i'd see
and together let us disappear at the last blink of startlight
before Luna is cast to an ephemeral oblivion
and Sol - in its full golden glory - claims the night
our secret rendevous unbeknowst to all but the distant horizon]
-a brunette, yours truly