Saturday, January 4, 2025

Roscomare Pass


The day restricts with the sun interrogating my weak eyes

But the moon gives off a glow and can’t see as far as her brother 

When millions of others are deep in sleep 

I break out and drive  

The air is cool, the breeze is slight, it’s a cold night 

As I head up the hills I think of you

Art is ringing through the speakers and in my mind

The only lights are from the street lamps and cars

The lights of the controls reflect in my eyes 

I reach the peak, the empty parking lot 

A good friend joins and smoke ascends to the stars 

Stars that we simply sit below and watch 

Yet that was a winter of years past 

And now I sit summers later remembering all of them 

Mourning exhausts but reminiscing makes you appreciate 


For such a partnership to break so easily 

For love not to come through and save us 

For love becoming the very thing that I can blame

And continue to not see how we play with her

And how we aren’t aware of much of anything 

When love lurks on by and plays a game of possession.


What more can I ask for? 

It was a good time. 

Just because something is good, it doesn’t mean it stays 

In our intersection of time and space,

I fell for time’s distraction 

And when I saw that she had no space 

It was over.