All heroes
Fade into dusk
Like a dream once young
Blaring headphones
Sharing backseats
Swearing each lyric
Was the secret
Of summers long passed

Mourning that world
Deep inside
Fully taking shape
During car rides
When signs would drift
By our window
Along local roads
Become songs

Though valleys dipped
Like they swooned
As tomorrow loomed
Seeming closer
Where country knolls
Remained highest
Besides empty tracks
Calling trains

Across cornfields
Shimmering gold
Under August rays
Soon reminded
How most trips end
Before swearing
Their meaning
Was youth while it lasts

Never noticing now
Dimming moons
Still echoing truths
After daylight
Whose radiant glow
Offers faces
Only hindsight sees
Getting old

Which speak their truth
Revealed whole
Knowing night will hold
Better memories
Like childhood stars
Sell vacations
For growing up fast
Cause we must.

• J. Pigno