The sun's tirade

Drifting eyes, 

then we talk and talk and talk, 

but the night is always young, 

so much time is spent, 

visiting fragments of yesterday 

and we paint pictures of each other, vivid and unnerving 

will our canvases then intertwine, creating wretched art 

till the colour bleeds off 

days spent walking, 

chasing sunsets down dead ends, but aren't we another bend in these alleys, under neon lights, 

you and I know not when the road caves in 

the sun always shines this side, 

and we bring our shades, 

all this light seeps past us, 

through blinds and windows, 

fated are we, to witness the sun rise, 

caressing the clouds by the seams, like hands through our hair, 

then all shall pass us by, 

all this time in hand, side by side to the ends of this earth