Highways
Looking for openings in the sky
she waves good bye to surrealism
wrapping the present of time
hiding it in her truth
for no fool to know
the highway seems scarred
by too many stories
racing into the night
of journeys never appreciated
impossible to rewind
my eyes can’t stay open
to see all the beauty
as the sun sets behind me
I cast judgment upon towns
under the palm of my hand
sad faces in fallen trees
wanting to tell stories
to fall apart and have a stranger
put them back together
a jigsaw puzzle
ponds dirtied with who we are
where sins are washed away
until sense is again made
forgiving until youth
brings you back to yourself
the music of nature lasts
but worlds shown through words
are never three dimensional
so we find in time we fail
to reveal beautiful truths
Still angels hover above
when my beatless heart goes numb
never knowing the freedom
of appreciating life
as it unfolds before my eyes
2006-12-19
13:30:46
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