Pounding of the Track

As the large, round track stands tall in front of my eyes, thankfulness
overcomes
With the sun beaming down on its body, it gaps for a small tan, yet can
not get one
Sweating from the pounding of the feet from others, help is screamed
The running has ended, and the hammering has ended from the shoes
Laying on its back, with the breathing picking up its pace each moment
Finally feeling undisturbed, the warmth soaks in the dark body
Sun fading away from the top of the mountain, and slowly going behind
Its eyes close deeply and becomes blanketed with a soft cover
The stars melt onto its cold body, and sleep is just in reach.

2081!

The year was 2081. The day is bright with the sun at its peak, and the sky as blue as can be. I am 95 at this time right now, feeling the light blow of wind wisp across my wrinkled face. There are massive planes flying through the air, with large birds flying after them. The world has settled, and peace has came. Our land is free, just like the birds in the sky. Old or young, we have advanced into the next place. Peace, happiness, and laughter. Everyone I see is smiling with joy, laughing at each others jokes, and talking with people in every direction. Happiness throughout the old and the young. My age is growing older, and times will be shorter, but I now know that life is what I always hopped for.

Emptiness of its Soul

Crashing of the blue waves burst into my ears
With the tan sand just in reach of my toes, I slide them under
Bright yellow shines off from the sun beating down on my body
Water hardly splashing me in the face, giving me calm sensations
The sun going under inch by inch with new colors of purples and oranges
Small boats sailing across the sparkling ocean floor is perfection
Dreaming about what is going to come as the sky eventually fills with neon colored stars
Peace waits as the sorrow birds fly away into the night sky
Life is finally awaiting me at the end of the night, and the stars disappear into the waves
Dark skies filled with complete emptiness of its soul but waiting for something to fill itself
Only the love of people on this very beach is all it needs
Which this night, that will happen for the sky surrounding our bodies tonight