As the fog comes crawling on asphalt
As if a pale white ghost longs for the warmth of life,
I drive through that night with you in my mind.
Rest well there, as the notion of holding you bursts with light
force me to smile with delight.
About six hours in my drive home,
My eyes fall heavy as if anchors weigh them down.
But with strength I hold well thanks to caffeine
My hands bound to the wheel
I cruise safely through our ordeal.
Wait for me this night
as I drive the long road back to you
please stay awake for my kiss
an fall to sleep together in bliss
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PoetryAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
