Last Ride Poem by John Anderson

I leave my city behind me
With a compass that leaks the view
Searching for salvation
A new life to come true

I slice a two-lane road
As it splits the landscape in two
I see the horizon meeting it
And think about missing you

On my right the parties we attended
Disguised as fields of wheat
On my left are rock-faced hedges
Like faces covering deceit

I thank the sun above me
For the bath in its bright eye
Another of God's masterpieces
Another reason to cry

The fields and hedges blur
The engine screams inside
It's looking for the place
Where heaven and earth collide

I don't use the rear view mirror
For it only holds despair
The fields and trees wave goodbye
...if only you were there