The One-Way Journey

by Olga   May 6, 2006


I leave in dark.
The Morning Star is dancing
in my windshield.
I drive toward the East.
I want to drive till night
through highway lights
that hide
reality from me.
You'll meet me at the end.
And when my face is sheltered
in your hands,
I no longer will exist
in this
reality.
I drive toward the East.

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by dalin

    Thanks for your poem ,
    i was drawn into your journey and hope to travel that road east again one day
    thanks