little tribute as a passion births itself...... Ode to Three Five Five in the night, oh disturbing slumber, as i take breath i feel this hunger must close my mind from a dream but it only sets a scene.... in morning mist , with chill wind blows the grass dances in the throws of morning glory as sun breaks thru the sound ..... that sound , bids my soul to move revs , REVS ! six , seven , eight ! let me loose , it bids me, wake ! im here , i await ,in this dark .......this garage ... where you did park " i must sleep , this thought must pass " but i close my eyes to more relapse.... turn here ! brake hard ! accelerate past your guard im faster , faster , dont you see ? we'll be faster , you and me you shine me , cleaned me and set me right now i repay you with sheer delight we'll tear thru the blackest nights, we'll go and celebrate the morning light so get up.....im still here you see , im gased up, just set us free im here , i await ,in this dark .......this garage ... where you did park so come and see.... and be alive ....... and i will sing a song ........... called Three Five Five .
Poetry is not my passion but I appreciate the work that went into it and I did enjoy it, very nice. Rob
