Lonely couples through the night as they travel along <br />Stepping pedals that go round and around for a while <br />With two innocent hearts maybe not knowing what’s wrong <br />Though they already knew they may be lovers with guile. <br /> <br />Joining the others, I see them go on and play games <br />As the fogs of their cigarettes filled their sky with clouds, <br />Believing a lie that they are stars of lovely flames <br />As they embrace each other while covered by stained shrouds. <br /> <br />However, proud as they think they are for the moment, <br />I know the foolish things they believe and hold on to. <br />For even they blame the wheels of where they’ve gone and went, <br />They were the ones steering the handle as night passed through. <br /> <br />Then still on wheels, but now with last cards to risk and choose, <br />Knowing their own strangers more than supposed to be <br />Until sad songs give someone a reason for the blues, <br />Until shattered moonlight skies scatter out the debris. <br /> <br />Bicycles around the moon, when people fly in pairs <br />And then returning home broken somewhere in the night. <br />So my fellow youth, be careful in all your affairs <br />Because we must preserve a rare gift for what is right.<br /><br />Obed dela Cruz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bicycles-around-the-moon/
