The Peace Of The Open Road

On the dark and dusty deserted highway.
I asked a stranger if he was going my way.
He opened the door and let me get in.
We pulled off and I was off, again.
Without talking we drove for miles.
Road signs, rest areas, coned isles,
farm houses, old barns caving in
on an highway that never ends;
I just looked out the windows
of a life surrounded in shadows.
Where are you going and hi there.
The look of the silent stares.
Sometimes the walking would go on.
I always wonder when I would be done.
New faces, children's faces, pets;
I trudged on with many regrets.
Always searching the faces for life;
The lonliness cut like a dull knife.
So far from home and people I knew
but there were times I thought of you.
Sometimes for no reason waking up
I would sit drinking from my cup.
Another day's calendar I'd pull
dream walking with a silent lull.