Race To The Sun. Poem by Kevin East

In our race to the sun
With chariots of emerald and fire.
To music of rock and roll choir,
Reciting tales that wizards have spun.
We sing.
And
Like a shot from a gun,
We ring.
Two lovers escape
On the run.
From a world
Of monotony and strife.
A lobotomy
Minus the knife.

In our race to the sun
On a galleon of golden trails.
With cotton candy sails.
Languishing, for rainbows undone.
Anguishing,
Now we gargle with fun.
And our smiles kiss,
As we face paint bliss
With colours
The moon dressed the stars in.
To clothe them of dreams and of sequin.
And as our ship glows
Like a ballad euphonic
In a blue light,
Our mind blows
Like a wind supersonic.
In lamplight,
We have to wave our goodbyes
To the world and all its sad eyes.
Like a white dove to the shore.
As we turn, to refuse an encore.
To finish what our hearts had begun.
Let all diminish
In our race to the sun.