I Wear The Road Like Diamonds. (late 2013)

I wear the road like diamonds
A decadent strand borrowed from some other
Time where people were happy
People were extravagant
People created. It was needed.
People fixed what needed to be
And poured themselves with concrete into the
Beautiful details
The art of healing a torn up land.
I wear them in mourning, in honor
In remembrance.
She's a foot away in the passenger seat.
{Might as well be a thousand miles away}
A broken spirit hollow shell
Of a woman I adored
Adore
Will forever adore.
It's late.
The hum of the car the beat of the bass
A never ending lullaby to her aching heart
Broken in ways I cannot repair.
Crying sapphire that she will never let me see
The pride of a tarnished jewel.
The hum of the car the beat of the bass
Sends her off into fitful rest
Rest I cannot give. Rest I cannot provide.
I am helpless, so I leave the repairs in the
Hands of the median
The blinker ahead of us
The curve of the highway
The hum of the car the beat of the bass.
The shine of headlights streaming into the windshield
The last thing before the last thing.
... I wear the road like diamonds.