Some roads are a roadtrip
Some roads are a journey
And some roads are the long haul
Running straight and narrow
Ending somewhere beyond the horizon
Roll onto one of these
And I’ve made a commitment
Right to the end of the line
And some roads are the long haul
Running straight and narrow
Ending somewhere beyond the horizon
Roll onto one of these
And I’ve made a commitment
Right to the end of the line
By the things we
construct
create
imagine
For
love
grace
beauty
meaning
Utility
Matters little
To me
Except
In a tool
For creation
Somewhere beyond
The vanishing lines
Where the land rises
Above the horizon
The straight lines curve and wind
Flaxen plain becomes jagged stone
Sunset gives way to twilight
Gives way to deepest night
There the adventure begins
I love the places
Which carry the past
Into the present
Better still, the places where
Past and present co-exist
Without need for justification
Irresolute
Unfulfilled
Incomplete
I remind myself
Step
Into my being
Out of the shadows
Beyond the mist
Steadfast
Manifest
Consummate
They seem to be much
Grander
Than the times I’m living now
I create them like
A dream
All lofty and sublime
Believing there’s
A truth
To the beauty of the lie
Like your touch
Trailing a line
Along my flesh