Windshield

The black casts shadows
Across the sky,

Fingertips of trees, and mountains sigh.

Across the road paved with sunlight,
I see through the shades which hide my eyes.

Clothed in colour,
In cruise control.

Leaving life, troubles you may go.

And love is always the last thing which comes to mind.

But i'm still fighting an aftermath,
My soul got lost in time.

Gather up the leaves, and drive.
Kiss the air, to stay alive.