Strange and Beautiful
On the move, in a four wheeled refuge
In acceleration, of this predilection.
Surpassing silently, frail instincts
Sweet antidote, veiled inebriation.
Light empty pockets, glasses brimful
Eager gazes, need no music to hear.
Wistful discourse, beneath push and pull
Love lost to pride, faith to fear.
Passengers no more; strangers retreat
Wiser, we slowed, not crashing instead.
Choked our throats, we laughed and cried
Strange and Beautiful, all in one breath.