the street lamps pass
in glowing orbs, micro stars
a blur of amber against the night
which almost seems endless
the road stretches out onwards
near silent except for a passing car
nameless people on unknown journeys
much like myself, a traveller
driving through the night, sleepless
the radio kept low, with intent
to provide a background noise
rather than distract thoughts
hands on the wheel griped
eyes blink, still watching
the passing lights of the road
in this midnight hour
Too true - at times we do need that time alone - good write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem Matthew, thank you
Many thanks Jennifer..........