Kine

We drove blind down the cul-de-sac.
A rocky gallop-style pace.
You were a looby,
But your lighting has changed.
Full of bravado,
And calling me names.
To console is to comfort.
To recall with true grace.
My words are coming out too costly.
A rationed pride hesitates.
If our reflections are giving,
On some kind of level.
To congratulate our impostors,
That are giving us trouble.
To face the unfamiliar,
Is now taking its place.
Let's keep our efforts elementary,
With a gusto.
Revolve and swoon in our hushes.
You know that things are getting better,
When the separation's getting harder.
Forget the full melody of lamenting at
An altar.
If our reflections are giving,
On some kind of level.
To congratulate our impostors,
That are giving us trouble.
To face the unfamiliar,
That's now taking its place.