Midnight Kiss Poem by Stuart Logan

I drive for what feels like,
an eternity of a solid black river.
The line pass us by,
Like a repetitious carrion,
That lays still, yet moving,
On the surface of a highway.

I still drive,
You are asleep next to me,
I wonder to wake you,
But decide of not,
For you look far too peacful.
Like a sleeping angel in the sunset.

Your golden hair shimmers in the glow,
Of the setting sun's basking glory,
I smile,
I know My luck.
yet luck I have not,
Since we robbed that service station.
And left with a grand,
hidden beneath the back seat.

I know I will run forever,
I know that You can be free,
With my one simple sacrifice,
You can walk the line of life,
And find another man,
Who loves you as I.

Red and blue eagles,
Soar overhead,
Watching,
Like a vulture circling,
an inevitable death.

A tiger of lights,
with a wailing roar,
races up to the rear.
I look to the side and see the gaping chasm,
And wonder if I should.

I decide not,
For I cannot protect your fragile body,
Within the slumber.
A Tiger races up ahead,
And taps the side of the car,
I lose control,
And I barely attempt to regain.

I let the car drift off the road,
away from the gorge.
And at the last second,
I leap across and protect you,
And with your final conscious obscenity,
we hit a tree.

I feel my heart slow,
And as I notice your stilll beating heart,
And your lungs,
Still breathing life.

I smile.

And die.

With a final kiss.

At midnight.

'Any idiot can die for what they believe in. But true bravery is living for
it.'

S, Logan 10/9/08