Treasure Island

Shelly Stevens


Driving South On I-45


I wish I
Was driving south
On I-45
Wishing for your
Lips on my
Skin wanting the
Feel of your
Beautiful hands in
My hair needing
Your touch to
Comfort my lost
Soul and repair
My broken heart
I wish I
Could see the
City of my
Dreams sitting on
The dash the
Lights sparkling in
My eyes anticipation
Almost too much
To bear with
The radio telling
Me you are
Not so far
Away as near
As my heart
As far away
As the sliver
Of old moon
Gracefully falling over
The edge of
The western world
As the edge
Of darkness follows
Closely and the
Stars shimmer over
Houston just as
Brightly as here
Just south of
Dallas and I
Wonder if you
Can here my
Whispered words
I love you

Submitted: Wednesday, March 20, 2013

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