Hop in my charcoal gray Nissan
I call her sweet, Storm Moltenya
hankering, hungrily for my favorite guacamole
it’s such a lovely, broken heart mender
swerving swiftly through the street
to my glorious green treat
on the radio, a lo-fi beat
relaxing, rocking in my seat

striking sights suddenly stop
me amidst the concrete maze
my eyes bathe in a golden glaze
pampering, pretty pink haze
Happy, hopeful heavens amaze
sunbeams bow as they blaze

cloud crests curl compassionately
atop blue beauty, like festive covers
swirling colors like lustful lovers
floating forces connect
robust, radiant, and proud
one keeps calling, like a friend to me
rare and distinct from the crowd
with a name, it is endowed
Titan is silent, yet loud

drawn in by his magnanimous mojo
body like a stairway to Cielo
sunlight illuminates his halo
saying, “Climb up, spend a day or so”
to meet my spirit guides, I want to go

for a little while, he makes me smile
magnificently moving, I like his style
shaped like a seven, such a divine posture
delightfully doting, my full attention I offer

tall Titan
incredible, inviting
enchanted to behold you
with you, I’m vibing
just joy riding
admiring you from all angles
an amazing abode for angels

viewing your spectacular stature
over the rolling green pasture
peace, presence, and love
from the majestic master
of this unique universe
I’m inspired to pen a verse

listening to Miguel
feeling alive and well
earlier felt like hell
now I’m witnessing heaven
picturesque, pineapple, purple skies
baptize, bless, caress, and surprise
viewing this vibrant vision, I realize

Everything is going to be alright.