Travelling for miles, and miles,
Through the dark;
In the distance a flood light appears, upon a hill,
Pulling the old house and barn back together;
Light makes closer.
A small-town street lamp
Goes out,
And the buildings on either side wander away,
In the darkness,
Only to be regathered when the sun arises;
Light makes closer.
Hundreds of billions of miles out
A brilliant star flashes upon the emptiness of night,
While on a dark and still farm
A dog awakes,
Sensing the light, looks up,
Seeking,
See's headlights approaching on a two-lane blacktop,
And watches until we pass,
My car and I -
All of us gathered together,
The immense and the small,
The mobile and the still,
Enjoined into the light;
Here, driving onward through the dark (of life)
Having come far enough
To see,
Only light truly
Makes closer.
(- Light is an understanding,
of things esoteric.)
I like going for drives to, there's nothing more wounderful. then loading the car up and going out, the freedom of the open road, is somehting I wish can go on forever.
Indeed, what is the journey without illumination or enlightenment, a nice write gentle and descriptive.
For some life is a long drive in the dark, for others it is long walk with cactus on either side. Either way great poem buddy.
Smoky I am back.A gripping portrayal of a drive in the dark. It gives one time to think. A great rememberance for us all A10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a great poem... feel like i'm riding with you!