Adventuring Cansaga Poem by Adrian Antique

the first time i entered its wide open gate
was like watching the beginnings of a movie i must see
like boarding an iron ship for an adventure that won't wait..
i wrote poems on a tin can quietly floating in the sea.
a litter of multi-colored cars and trucks against the sunlight
lined the unpaved ground like spoiling for a fight..
met and laughed with the men hardened by the road...
each held hidden cards and breathed with a silent code --
their stars must always shine with every night trip..
even if days grow dark and the heavens should weep.
so while most tinkered with gadgets like playing with a spoon,
i stood enjoying the Cansaga wind.. watching the moon.
love then is standing up to the drizzles and dusts -
emptiness is just made of glass..
here, wheels do run fast...
here, the rain won't last.