The windscreen

The failing strains of music
Reach out to me from my mind,
Playing on my lips, speak
To you.

Many hued sunset shimmers
Down to me through leaves,
I drink in, through tinted glass
The undulating green.

On wheels of calm slipping
Through turmoil, I watch
The blemished darkeness now.
Imagine the days lost
Waiting for a jewel to return
It lies in your cabinet now
And now wind and leaf, the rustle
In my hair and my eyes
Whispers to me - Claim it.
But I musn't reach over
Or break the silence driving
Those wheels away
From a place I know and love
I can not reach over,
You've driven too far.