Maestro

Driving fast toward home at last.
Im nearly lulled to sleep
By hum-drum bumps,
And doppler engines.

I see the broken Bella Luna Light,
Browned and softened
By Earths' thin windsheild;
Pedal to the chorus metal.

I pursue its precious power
To extend its reach across the Globe
With Honolulu Hands,
And Porcelin Rings.

I envy its inverted graceful guile
To weave symphonies of chivalry,
That lull your sultry somber soul
To Sleep.