Landscapes

The humming of the engine

the clouds dancing above the landscapes

and we're moving through the maps

while staying still

I recall I still owe you the letter

and wonder if you still need it

on the landscapes of your spirit

the positives, the magical 

But why do we rest askew?

submerged in stagnant silence

Even though we've gone through colorless terrains

we still drive together forward

in this relentless vehicle of orthodox 

perhaps in this road we'll remain

We're growing old together 

and now experience food more with the stomach than with the tongue

perhaps there's some chromatic love

'cause we're both in the process of becoming odd.