Rough Sketches of High Places - NaPoWriMo Day #2 - a poem about two dreamers taking the scenic route

Hyper energy pulsates in this space,
maximum overdrive, voltage cranked high.
It's an echo of what we once were,
what we could have been,
if only we had let our plans
harden into concrete.

But you are the idea man,
brawny but slim,
coming through
with rough sketches
of high places.

I am the daydreamer,
poetic but voiceless,
turning your drawings
into rhyme and refrain.

We still careen down
the scenic route,
you bopping to silhouettes
while I bubble over
with pep.

I still love the view
that I share with you
even if it is rough-hewn
and jerry-rigged.
I've never loved anything more
than the mirages we ran toward
once upon a carefree time.

We are the thinkers of our bloodline.
You, the visionary—me, the sentimentalist.
Few follow through
so let's not heap on guilt
where there can be delight.
Let's raise a glass
to a lovely, dream-filled life.

Photo by: Markus Spiske