HIGHWAY BALLAD.
5/7/10
Dear lover,
Have you been painting these roads again?
Drenched in reds and greens and flickering.
The air con smells like rain and your smile
And the memories of your sigh slip into my heartbeat.
Speed up, speed up…
Like last night’s dream, yesterday’s gleaming,
I’m autopilot in the left lane,
Headed for the predictable.
Speeding towards a broken conviction.
Dear lover,
Is it your gaze that beams in the sky?
Pitch blue, like lilacs in the night…
These beaded clouds adorn me like jewels of misfortune,
Thunder under my skin;
I’m reminded of the wings I shed for fear of falling.
Slow down, slow down…
Have I too shed the possibility of you?
© BLAYKE MORROW, 2010
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