Thoughts During A Journey
The miles they pass
outside the window
and night provides
the only constancy
as my mind drifts
along the stale air
of this planet
the road stretches beautifully
ahead of me
full of promises and futures,
futures
that rest their head
on the cool grass
while they wait
to be rescued
by anybody
who notices their plight
and the hours pass
discarded along
with the anticipations
and insanities
until the morning
rises up
and reaches its arms
in between the mountaintops
to gently touch our faces,
a furious warmth
to comfort the wearied
There is an affluence of thought
that is out of focus
and I am sorting through the illusions
and ghosts
sifting through the blurs
and discombobulations
for embryonic truths
that I can nurture
as a child
until I depart this world
(In the shards of beauty
I have swam
and in the oceans of chaos
I have dreamed)
outside the window
and night provides
the only constancy
as my mind drifts
along the stale air
of this planet
the road stretches beautifully
ahead of me
full of promises and futures,
futures
that rest their head
on the cool grass
while they wait
to be rescued
by anybody
who notices their plight
and the hours pass
discarded along
with the anticipations
and insanities
until the morning
rises up
and reaches its arms
in between the mountaintops
to gently touch our faces,
a furious warmth
to comfort the wearied
There is an affluence of thought
that is out of focus
and I am sorting through the illusions
and ghosts
sifting through the blurs
and discombobulations
for embryonic truths
that I can nurture
as a child
until I depart this world
(In the shards of beauty
I have swam
and in the oceans of chaos
I have dreamed)