Providence Sky

This sky is our innate righteous providence

this road our innate destiny

with no sweeter a wine

than the blood in our veins

the taste of summer air

and the quiet salvation

in evening musings.

These nights are such curiosities

these wonders such treasures

with no more a golden amber

that the honey of wild dreams

the glory of fantasies

and the little trips

they take us on.

So fret not beautiful stranger:

no pain need temper our hearts

no soul can steal our experience

our gift:

the providence of the sky

the endlessness of the road

the taste of our precious dreams.

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