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The view above my rear view is near you,
capturing your shadow upon my reflection—
this poem is in dedication to the stars,
the moon, and the thought of this one girl.
Dark is my horizon yet I keep my eyes on the
view above my rear view, my surroundings
are dim but my guide shines my front view…
I see in clear view the day’s end in my rear view—
sunlight dimming slowly like night’s
eyelids closing gently as she falls asleep…
Metamorphosis views become my side views—
but I keep my sight on the view above my
rear view; if you only knew what I feel for you…
Venus!
In full bloom I want to howl, devour your love—
until you bleed on me tasting her sweetness on
my fangs…

Driving under the influence of her love, consumption
of emotions, shooting stars throw me off course—
her view above my rear view keeps me mentally
align with the universe…
The view above my rear view is passing me by—
I won’t make it my pandemonium because every
month you come-by…with sincerity I wait for you here.
Speed limit is on cruise control, thoughts out-of-this
world—
seconds feel like minutes, this very moment I don’t
want it to end…so I pretend like I don’t care.
I’m driving faster now, I lost sight of her above my
rear view—
I’m almost home now, David’s star is my compass...
re-route! just to see her again above my rear view…
Visions of this one girl come to mind, but why now?—
thoughts of her and me together in an instant past but
I don’t remember when…

With her sight gone from all my views, I return to the
feeling of lost and found; I lost sight of Venus, but
found compassion in an afterthought…
The night is still young, driving in circles, the influence
is wearing off, the emotions are losing focus, my mind
is weary, eyes teary—
clouds over me cover her light above me, I know my
way home in the dark—
still have this girl on my mind though…could she be
related to the moon??
around the corner from my home, I slow my roll—
stop! park my car…
Venus is no longer a view above my rear view…
she is now the view in my rear view—I remember this
girl now…her name is Luna.