When day breaks,
come with me into oblivion.
We will abandon the Ray-Ban rebels
and their dogmas that shuffle
along with their iPods.
We will drive past
the secret midnight diner that
always awakens you
while I drift asleep
We can let the broken white lines
mirror the stitches
on our healing bodies.
And we can let the endless landscape
match the vastness of our
expanding minds and hearts.
The hum of our systems
as they gradually boot up after
years of dull hibernation
will eliminate the need for a radio.
Which is perfect,
because I know you don't have one.
Dawn departure. Don't be belated.
I realize we won't show up.
But here, under this black diamond blanket,
we seem possible. We seem unbounded.