Shadowland

Nine hours past the noon, Sol evaporates below from day
Nightfall, the almost perfect color of a neon sunset orange
Flaming lines of difference suspending above the Earth.

Time of Roseville rest again, I recall drunken faces
The stumble of the forgotten from the sidewalks awakens
Flashing rays of blues and reds signal my insides a curiosity.

Mayfair Drive, make my voyage worth memories sting
Dwelling place of three generations; dawn, day, and night.
Travel amongst Shadowlands endless boundaries.

Fence, I peek through security bars with longing
Explore beneath metal beasts, converse with your demons
Allow my feet ten thousand steps past your vintage pathways

Yearning to depart, my soul be left sitting outside your entrance
With no photographic remembrance, eternal you will rest inside me
Noticable territory, teach me how to move past all that is said and done.

Let me bask in the dim lights of Midnight In arms such of my lover,
On Sabbath morning observe Hispanic hearts of Denios children
Cease to offer a forever escape to consumers of firewater.

Fore when I depart the realm of humanity,
Prayers be with you dear territory, my Shadowland
Allow me to take flight overlooking your dreadfully gorgeous face.